This is a poem of some fanfiction I have been reading. Disclaimer nothing personal to me. Just inspired by this idea. Regina Mills or is it Emma? I'll let you decide.
She sat in front of her mirror.
Watched the tears drip down the planes of her face, too fast to trace.
Like the lines that weren't drawn across skin despite the fact she had the tools to,
when she couldn't take it anymore,
couldn't block them out anymore,
When all they wanted was a picture and She was simply a frame
casting shadows of the piece she could have been, should have been in the end.
But Drips of her tears could have been drips of something else,
that once spilled into the ground she could never get back,
lost moments, lost breath, lost life, lost depth.
A soul closed to the world,
the shattering of a young girl
who once thought maybe it could be different, but it wasn't.
Her eyes stared back but there was no one inside,
no places to hide,
this is no dream this is a nightmare.
Too cold to warm up, Lost heart beats, hold up.
For a moment.
Fear.
The darkness
Clear
Hope
What was that
A thing that is lost when you told me that
I couldn't be saved
Couldn't be worth,
your time
I need you to speak up when you talk
Because the silence is so loud
I can't sleep, can't dream
Can't hear myself
When I scream.
Everyone's tempting me to give in
But if I do, they win.
