𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐦𝐬

𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝

I stared at the girl in the mirror....

She was damaged like me,
I could tell by the way her eyes glinted with the pieces of sorrow,
I could tell by the way her face rested dark and ashen,
Her mind wandered afar, searching for the light,
And the breath of death, rekindled in her body,
As there was nothing left in her,
but just her bones, and those empty thoughts

She was a girl filled with inner bruises and outer beauty,
But she cared not for her alluring features,
They offered her nothing,
No,
She only cared for the painful soul that rested deep in her,
That gave her melancholy and depression,
And for a damaged girl, that can mean a lot of things

Thoughts? ⇨