She's the girl that looks so brave but cries every night.
She's the one that looks so sweet yet so bitter inside, the one that looks so happy but broken, sad, lonely, and incomplete. Pieces of her were scattered after the game she played ended with grief.
Her eyes are cold, but her heart is longing for the love she never had. Her lips are aching to say the things that are going inside her precious mind.
Her heart is beating but she doesn't even feel the life that she has. Her touch is undeniably warm and it can keep you calm, but her warmth can't melt the ice that covers her heart and her soul to bring back the old her that he owned when he left.
She's alive but she's dead inside.
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3am thoughts
PoetryThere are things that always on our mind. Insecurity wrapped us up and hide us away from society. Broken hearts, turn us into something else. Agony and euphoric, at the same time haunting us. Hope meets disappointmen. All gathered here as I share my...
