Her Dark Soul
She see’s black everywhere
Feels as if there is no saving her soul
She feels as if no one loves her
So she shuts everyone off
She has crazy thoughts
Some which no one will understand
She hides herself from the rest of the world
Some wonder why
None of her “friends” want to help
For they are scared of what they will find out
She kept living as the white swan with a dark soul
There was a point where she was tired of living
No one knew how badly she was hurt
To get rid of the pain she would cut herself
Her wounds too deep that there was no heal
Her wounds too deep that you could see right into her dark soul
She reached the point of no return
No one knew how badly she was hurting until it was too late
No one was ever able to help her especially
Her Dark Soul
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