A darkness fades over the soul
The soul screams for help
But nobody seems to answer
Because nobody seems to care
Darkness takes the body
As the body begins to collapse
Nobody seems to notice
Because it isn’t their problem to help
The phone rings but nobody picks up
Maybe their busy
Or maybe I’m a disappointment
Red and black seem to look better and better
But anxiety says to sleep
Does she love me?
Does she even care?
Will I ever make her proud?
Or will I be a disappointed in the clouds?
Left without an answer
Left without a soul
Left in broken pieces
Will the heart ever be a whole?
She was bullied and abused
And decided to take no shit
She got pushed back to the ground
And broke all Hope
They say follow the heart
But is that such a wise thing to say?
The heart can sometimes lie
When it’s broken in a million ways
See now there is a shadow
A shadow of a million pieces
A girl who is broken
But she tries to be beautiful
She’s left with a broken soul
She’s left with a broken smile
She’s left with a broken attitude
But will her heart beat whole again?
About the Creator
Desiree Nason
My name is Desiree but many call me Des. I’m 21 years old and have a passion of adventure. I believe when writing the story to your life you shouldn’t let anyone else hold the pen. I’m also a Libra. Stay Wild and love life.
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