Metamorphosis

Unfortunate.

She drowns in the depths of depression.

Necessity.

She needs to get away.

Escape.

She vies for freedom.

Personality.

What's that?

Smile.

That's been gone for ages.

Scars.

They trace her veins.

Lips.

Cracked. Dry.

Body.

Warm.

Well.

Alive.

Soul.

Cold.

Crushed.

Dead.

t.m.

This poem is about: 
Me

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