Girl of Porcelain (TW: Depression)

Fear and insecurity run rampant through her mind. Anxiety riddled nights that are truly one of a kind. In a panicked, crumpled mess curled up in a corner, She grieves for her sanity; and so she becomes a mourner. Alone in silent darkness, she cries herself to sleep. Nightmares rising from the depths for her soul to keep. She cries out in silent terror for a savior to come, But knows no one can hear her as she starts to go numb. Giving up and giving in to her lowly thoughts, A feeling of remorse that always haunts... To be rescued from this darkness is all she desires. But how can she escape when she's surrounded by liars? Half hearted encouragement from "loved ones" dear. Just stop talking! Your voices are deafening in my ear. Liars, liars, liars, they surely must be. To smile at her with such false glee. How dare they pretend to be so ignorant of her suffering. Its so obvious she isn't at all recovering. Just listen close to her voice and you'll hear it all. The hollowness that echoes, the voice of a doll. Porcelain skin from years away from the light, It's colorless, lifeless, and so fragile it'll give you a fright. How she has survived this long with so many cracks... But stands upright putting on half hazard acts.