The ink bleeds the pain
She can't bring herself
To drain from her body.
The pages of letters
Cry the rage, sorrow, and fear
She can't admit to them.
Her tears burn the paper,
Leaving it permanently scarred
With her wishes to escape.
The words reveal
A shattered reflection,
A broken spirit and soul.
Alone, quiet, drawn within herself,
She drowns in the darkness
Of a lightless existence.
Haunted by shadows,
Secluded from the world,
She stays awake in the night.
Suffocated by memories,
Overwhelmed by a future
Darker than her past.
The ghosts of what once was
Torment her mind,
She lives to die. |