She sat there,
The dark room of hers.
Neither lights, nor fan,
Just a window to the night sky.
A summer evening,
Yet chills she had.
And this was her everyday.
Broken tons a time,
Ignored even when left lives.
Left by everyone, used,
Tears, dripping wet heart.
Felt for all, none for her,
None for her, she fell for all.
She was being slowly sculpted.
Heart dried up,
Tears didn't fall again.
Felt for none, fell for none.
Left everyone, ignored all,
Let everyone, didn't let herself,
Craved for pain than for joy;
Knew by then, they were all vagabonds.
- Zayana Cullen
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Silent Whispers of Dysphoria
PoetryWhen mirror is not enough to reflect emotions, when talks are not enough to convey feelings, a silent poem and a pen and it's creations may help. Edit (April 14, 2020) : This book was previously titled as "Autumn Leaves" *NOTE FOR READERS* Dear rea...
