Empty Sighs

[delicate_flower]

-~ * ~- Empty Sighs -~ * ~-

No heart, no soul, no beauty, no mind;
Only an ugly shell, she has nothing inside.
A liar, a follower, a loner, a fool;
Extraordinary she is not, the deceived is you.
So happy a life but so empty the sighs,
Her scars run deep, no one heard her cries.
So frail is her spirit, so pale is her skin,
Suffering from emptiness, her blood runs thin.
Hour after hour, she calmly lies still;
Bleeding are the colors, those several tiny pills.
Minute after minute, her eyes blankly stare;
Feeling leaves the body, she no longer cares.
Moments of her life fill her broken mind,
Was she ever happy; was there ever a time?
Memories of her love drown her empty soul,
“I’m sorry, my baby,” she whispers into the cold.
Darkness cloaks her eyes, her body falls weak;
Silence slithers in, death kisses her cheek.
Coldness calms her body; the world is at peace.
Her heart finally stops; no one cares in the least.

-~*~- Sonya B. -~*~-
-~ December 16, 2004 ~-

 

[goldenviolet]

this is so incredibly true of thought in the hearts who suffer from depression, cumpulsion, and selfharm. you could not write this if you had not been there... i could not understand if i hadn't been with you.