By-Manya Singh
The days pass by
But she doesn’t seem to notice
Always surrounded
By those she must please
The people that she once craved the affections of
The shadows she now flashes fake smiles to
Hides her scars from
They used to fill her with warmth and excitement
All she feels now is empty and dread
She’s alone
But not physically
Her turmoil knows no bounds
She succumbs to her darkness
As her soul finally shatters
It’s the loneliness
The emptiness that gnaws at her insides
Breaking her from the within
Tearing apart all that’s left of her
As the days pass by.
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