She squeezes her eyes shut
feeling her thoughts wrapped in
cellophane.
Hoping they'll come apart
one day, what is hope without faith of
ever coming out of a black hole?
The universe trapped her in a place
so unforgiving.
No chance of breaking out of a cycle,
a daily chore, her fingers are twigs
and her soul a shattered piece.
Her words are whispers,
while she fades into stardust.
Quiet is a dream,
a wish is a feverish want,
All that she does is an untouchable
theme.
She did everything in return
to find nothing.
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Sad Girl
PoesíaPoetry from a sad girl Ranging from love to heartbreak, happiness to sadness and feeling low to depression and so on. I hope people find that they can relate to what I write and by taking in the words that they find healing. All Rights Reserved Cop...
