The constant flow of tears has washed away any and all remnants of hope, the wet and salty flow taking her happiness away with it.
What caused this exactly?
Well you could ask her, but she's so dead inside she probably wouldn't tell you.
The little girl you once knew is long gone, in her place an emotionless, depressed, hopeless shell of a human being.
Hate and insult her all you want, but nobody could possibly hate her as much as she hates herself.
So are you gonna help her, or just watch her fade away?
YOU ARE READING
Words From a Broken Soul
PoetryThis is stuff I wrote when I had deep moments of depression, inspiration, pain, and what I wrote to keep myself from relapsing. This is an inside look to my inner-self. Enjoy it and make sure to leave me feedback!
