I saw her deteriorate.
I looked on as she pulled and
picked at her skin.
This condition had stolen her soul.
It had trapped her.
She no longer watched sunsets,
instead, she walked in thunderstorms.
She continued to pick and to pull,
because she was trapped,
and ******* lost.
Nobody could get through to her,
As her soul had been stolen.
She was lifeless and
was now just a shell…
a shell of her former self.
Her shell began to crumble,
as she decayed even further.
She hid for days on end,
refusing to communicate
with other people.
She pulled, and she picked,
Feeling more lost by the second.
She yearned to disappear,
to simply leave with no
word of warning.
She was ensnarled by her thoughts,
and she knew there was
no way out.
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 9:15 AM UTC
I saw her deteriorate.
I looked on as she pulled and
picked at her skin.
This condition had stolen her soul.
It had trapped her.
She no longer watched sunsets,
instead, she walked in thunderstorms.
She continued to pick and to pull,
because she was trapped,
and ******* lost.
Nobody could get through to her,
As her soul had been stolen.
She was lifeless and
was now just a shell…
a shell of her former self.
Her shell began to crumble,
as she decayed even further.
She hid for days on end,
refusing to communicate
with other people.
She pulled, and she picked,
Feeling more lost by the second.
She yearned to disappear,
to simply leave with no
word of warning.
She was ensnarled by her thoughts,
and she knew there was
no way out.
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