Pink socks, quietly walking into the spacious room.

Wondering around the vacant house wasn't something
she planned.

It just always happened.

The room affected her, In ways, she did not like.

It brought back memories she wanted to forget,
but never could.

Nevertheless, she liked it there.

For she always got letters that reminded her she wasn't alone.

That she wasn't forgotten. That they remembered her, for all she has done for them.

She was locked away with the same darkness that was in everyone.

She just decided to make it consume her.

She wouldn't fight a battle she knew she couldn't win.

It burns doesn't it
When you struggle to see
Even in broad daylight

That's what it felt like

A burning sensation in my eyes

Although I couldn't quite capture the figure
I knew danger was in the air

So
I did what I deemed fit
I took my last breath

And swallowed my death potion

For I was only trying to escape


The figure in my imaginations.