06 June 2014

This Soul.

There's a soul out there, stumbling with the rest.
She wants to feel beautiful but her conscience won't allow it.
She's too busy telling herself,
She'll never be like the wanderers that surround her brokenness.

When jokes are told with tipped heads,
She wants to laugh along but her happiness muscles are torn.
She frowns instead,
to feel the pain she wants to bury.

This soul is confused.
Alone and hopeless.
Wordless and broken.

Help this soul.

Help her.



  1. My dear, you will get better. Be strong; this is beautiful. <3

    PS. i think it's me, too.

  2. Too beautiful, Rose. Your words describe exactly how I feel sometimes. <3


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