Don’t talk to her
She’s in too deep
Drowning in her own pain.
Her eyes are empty
An endless void
A reflection of her life.
She can’t sleep
She can’t eat
Just keeps awaiting her doom.
Everyday
A new mask
Everyday
A new pretense.
Lost in her own nightmares
She murdered her hopes
Strangled her joy.
No tears shed
For this living corpse
No remorse
For her bleeding heart.
That’s how she lives
That’s who she is
The girl who killed herself.
randomaveragegirl 
I am glad this is only fiction lovely….(hugs) xx
Thanks Mumsy…it has been so long since I last wrote something…feels good to be back 🙂
and it is good to have you back 🙂 Have a beautiful Christmas (hugs) xx
My dad killed himself when I was six. Hope you’ll write some more poetry. Soon. This is too good!
I am so sorry for your loss…thanks for going through my work..
This touched my heart!
I’m in tears!!
Thank you. I hope you are doing good.
I’m OK. Wbu?
Hanging on .
Me too.