My bones are brittle and hollow

Delicate like stained glass in an empty church

The wind blows through me yet my soul feels heavy

I wander through my halls, a ghost with no purpose

My cries an echo in the wind but cradled by my insecurities
and coddled by my fears

An imposter smile forever etched onto my skin like a porcelain doll with a painted grin

But for now, I’ll find comfort in the dark, cocooning myself in
dangerous,
yet sweet thoughts of release

I now lie in my bed, my head in a melancholy state

A corpse of a girl

Gone