I wrote this a while ago. Could be a prequel of sorts to Ginny's part of Traces of Lavender.
Fly Away
She lives day to day in a dream
No one can see how deep she goes
Once and endless river, now a bottomless pit
She cannot sigh
She cannot cry
Afraid to break the fragile mask
Of laughter, confusion, inanity
Just as fragile, the balance inside her
She swings
Content to depressed
Feeling lost in the dark
Feeling locked in a box
Her soul locked within, unable to escape
Fly away
Slowly, oh so slowly twisted, desecrated, warped, turning black as the night
Time limited
Never questioned
Disillusioned with life
Living in a fantasy world all her own with those who see and understand who she is
And accept and love her because of, not despite, how deep and dark she truly is inside.