A strange
Scary thought
Is lingering...
Lingering...
Just lingering
In her mind.
It's an abyss-
A dark smoke
An empty, black hole
Hovering atop her head,
And it swallowed all-
All that were bright
All that was hope-
While she curled up
Like a new-born
In one corner
With droopy eyes
And blank stares.
Sadness-
That despicable thing
Called Sadness-
Looks way, way better,
A whole lot better,
Than this nothingness-
This deafening silence-
The noise in her head-
The screams of agony-
That torture in thinking-
The pain in breathing-
The wish for it to end.
I wish for it
To
End.