Her cries ring out in my dreams, echoes of solitude piercing silence. She is alone, too caught up with her depression to see that she has let the world slip away. She's far too sad to be alone in misery, contemplating life. Yet none dare go near this magnificent creature, whose poetry stuns those who read. She's too sad for them, afraid of becoming devoured by her sorrow. But just by reading the words this creature produces, it's already pulling you into her grasps. Her words are so powerful and moving that it could leave one in tears. But no one notices that quiet girl, alone in a corner crying miserably. No one notices the scars or the emotions she pours into her poetry. No one ever notices. Could it be she's invisible to none who care? Her eyes blink back the threatening tears as misery consumes her dying, broken soul. Her hollow voice destroys the silence of everlasting heartache.
Slit veins with the shattered pieces of her heart
Her words are meaningless to you.
Her emotions are feelings to toy with.
I pity you, who take pleasure in her pain
Don't you know what it feels like?
Forever falling, forever dyingShe is alone.
Will she ever be noticed?
Will she ever be free?
Never
If we pretend that girl is me
Mourning Wolf
[Poetry]
Endless Moonlight Wandering
