Already gone.

Mon, 10/28/2013 - 23:15 -- amoirah

For decades, she longed to live,

but the flowers that once rooted,

sprouted,

and grew in her mind

began to wilt and rot.

The technicolor world that she knew

faded to pure darkness.

Happy memories were consumed by black,

memories that remained were branded into the walls of her mind.

It all hurt,

all she wants now is a painless way out.

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