A tormented soul of lost innocence forever traveling the broken road of eternity Scarred by the jagged knives of spoken words and mental abuse She walks the line of overshadowed dreams reaching for a heaven that isn’t hers to keep Moving to the unsteady beat of a tear stained drum; The world, as she knows of it, is edged in a plummeting Freudian nightmare Sadistic lies and venomous abandonment to the point of extremes She longs for demise… She dreams of running away… She craves what no one will give her; Creating a world of disillusionment, Of a world she knows not of And yet, she believes; A lack of love A lack of trust A lack of understanding She is invisible to happiness; When faced with society she out casts herself Detaches… Walks away… Loses her sense of being From a lack of all that’s been said; She is looking in from the outside Not being able to control her own self Like a movie, she watches her life unblinking Always smiling but forever hiding.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this while I was going through depression. I felt like I was watching my life as I would a movie. As if nothing was real.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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