Two years ago, a girl had died.
She'd killed herself they believed.
But not a single person had tried,
To find out and dig in deep.
Some people had nightmares at night,
Terrifyingly real it seems.
Some struggled while trying to fight,
The face that haunted their dreams.
The shadow of the girl is still here today,
To take the souls of those,
Who killed her and then made a claim,
'She killed herself, we suppose.'
The ghost of the girl will not rest.
Unless she finds her peace,
By killing the man she once loved the most.
The man who wanted her to leave.
And the others will meet a fate like his
The ones who helped him, I mean.
She'll take the soul of all of those
Who left the seen remain unseen.
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The dark collection : Poems - (Ongoing)
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