as black as midnight her hair was, as blue as the ocean her eyes were. and her skin was as pale as her thoughts. opal sat in the corner, in the back of the class. beside the window were the sunshine spurted clearing her skin. she doodled her messy thoughts, in the journal of hers that held words she never said. with a light smile, she sailed with silence. but that smile fell when she lifted her glazed eyes. she felt the same pain in her chest, she felt her heart swallow itself. she saw classmates laughing and chatting with friends. and then she wondered: did she bless herself by avoiding starting conversations would lead to broken hearts, or did she cursed herself with dreadful silence and loneliness.
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mute depression
Poetry"We choose our sorrows and our joys long before we experience them." © 2015 by NoiseOfSilence. All rights reserved.
