Alone, that is she, alone.
Forced to grow up quickly, such is betrayals passing.
Torn from those she held close,
Troubled, whishing for love.
This is her vision; to feel is to be lonely, depressed, miserable,
Empty.
Sadness overtakes the world, her vision is clouded.
Happiness,
It is a miniscule island washed away by stormy seas as quickly as it came.
For one so young, she has suffered much.
Immature feelings covered by a diamond shell,
Broken only to wound unwary travelers, injuring with ammunition of many kinds
In an old dank basement, hearing only the sound of tears she writes.
Hoping to be heard, cries brought forth by inner turmoil yearning to be peaceful.
Indulging in passages to other worlds,
Feeling their tragedies, eager to block out her own.
Whishing for her life to be like the mask of falsities she wears, just to please.
Unaccompanied, she yearns for her lost twin, her other half.
Past, present, future, she writes,
For her spirit has left this world.
A flurry of vanquished hopes, mauled beyond recognition.
Sweeping away from a glorified life,
She had no choice in starting.