Sunday, September 15, 2013

New Poetry: Dead Inside

A heart once filled with love and joy
Now a cold and empty
What made her once happy
Now makes her close herself
Away from the world
Pain both physical and mental pain
Consumes her every waking moment
The orange pill bottles line her night stand
Scared, for she might never come back
But she just wants to pain to stop
Only she knows her own thoughts
That crossed her mind both bad and good
She holds onto what little bit of hope she has
Through her finger tips, hoping it would save her
No one knows her full struggle
Only pieces of her she spoke about
All she feels is dead skin
The girl that use to be
Slowly fading away from existence
2013 Jennifer Dante

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