By-Ahladita L
Dark walls keep pushing
Her soul to the depths
Of a pit so large it'll fit a crowd,
Yet not a single breath to be heard,
A broken girl sitting
Under the silvery moon,
As glistening threads of moonlight
Colours her lonely tears,
And as she sits amidst supposedly entertaining company
Of long known friends, all she feels,
The melancholy beat of her heart
Amongst the beats of glee,
Broken shards of the solitair maiden,
Not a human to hold her hand,
When she falls and breaks her bones
Not a person to help her stand,
And so she decides
To leave this world
If not one to give her a smile
No use of living with hurt.
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