I just can't see why.
She whispers her unhappiness to me before she falls asleep.
But you have a beautiful life, I say.
To which she replies,
Why do I feel this way?
And I can't give her a good reason.
She is mopey and moody,
Unpleasant most times.
And I cannot console her,
Or waken her smile.
But some days she leaves and doesn't return.
This silent shadow that's haunting me,
Is really no person but lives within me.
Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 12:47 PM UTC
I just can't see why.
She whispers her unhappiness to me before she falls asleep.
But you have a beautiful life, I say.
To which she replies,
Why do I feel this way?
And I can't give her a good reason.
She is mopey and moody,
Unpleasant most times.
And I cannot console her,
Or waken her smile.
But some days she leaves and doesn't return.
This silent shadow that's haunting me,
Is really no person but lives within me.
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