• Ashia

One, Two, Three

His eyes haunt me,

Dark and empty, void and black

Like the crack of dawn, soulless with a hint of lilac.

His words etched into my brain,

Like a song on loop, replayed again and again.

Until, I have nothing left but his voice in my head.

His touch a reminder,

Of scars that I wear,

Blood that I shed,

And of the girl that I was.

You would never have imagined ending up here,

A body full of scars, a heart full of hate and a soul full of darkness,

What happened to the girl with a million dreams?

She’s drowning in a sea of a darkness cried out your heart.



Three seconds,

Until she hits rock bottom.

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