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by BEJohnson Feb 18, 2020 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
She sits there battered and bruised her body aching in relentless pain. Her eyes refuse to cry anymore as she looks out into the pouring rain. She watches as the lightning returns she trembles as she hears the thunder. Her arms are burning with regret but still she can't help but wonder. Her mistakes scar her black heart this remorse burns at her mind. These pills kill her agony inside as she walks on a thin line. This chain kills her distant sorrow as a new cut appears over the old. Her burn marks show her story the story that can never be told. Her blackened soul is no longer she's afraid she's already dead inside. She's tried so many times before many times she's wanted to die. Now her core is hollow and burned as the ashes slowly start to fade. Her hope has slipped away slowly knowing today might be the day. These voices play their games as she tries to drown her sorrow. Her body aches from this pain not knowing if she'll see tomorrow.