An expression of distaste
Crosses her faceA nihilist dream
Or so it seemsThe potions and pills of Saturday night
Haunted her through her parents empty fightThe rush of silver
Sanity to pilferCherry red juice down her palm
All she heard the next morning where The empty words of a psalmThe Priest has abandoned her soul
She doesn't care; God is merely a black HoleSchool could never understand
For the meaning in her eyes is bannedHer friends gather round after class
The Strays are gathered here at lastAlone until lonely together
A misfit group strong as a featherA fantasy dream to fly
Until one by one they're allowed to dieShe strives for an unearthly perfection
And unhealthy addict for correctionA complexion so sweet
A silent heart beatAnd her coffin lowered into the ground
The princess of The Strays she was Eternally crowned
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Dying to be Alive
Non-FictionThis is my story. This is it. This grossly beautiful thing called life, and the monster that gatekeeps happiness. [the daily struggle of living with depression, and all of the baggage it brings with it]