after she lost the direction and her motavation
she had to relarn what she wanted
immaculate and at times naive
wanting happiness
but finding lonlyness
being alone isnt that bad at times
but after a while it gets to you
and even surounded by people
shes still in solitary
and nows shes more weary
“lost the little bit of trust i had,”
she said one day, trying to not sound sad
Felt like a child, like somone who was very unstable
confusion and cristisim was like breathing
hated that
just wanted what she use to have back
or at least fast forward to joy
present was stagnet
right now was froze
wanting to bleed to feel. to scream
hoping with the knife she could kill
the depression and occupy her mind with the blood
clinging to hope
“perhaps soon it will be better”