I wish I was that girl
Who wanted to understand pain
And reached into
The depth of me
To pull out buried treasure
Now the deep is all I have
Laughter comes forced
All my memories dark and terrifying
How they swirl and agitate!
I look into a broken mirror
That reflects my pain
The void inside
Of death
Of quiet
Quiet
Still
Deep
I am not sure where I go now
But I want to go somewhere
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