She put a black sheet over her bedroom windows,
For her not see the reality of her misery,
her obvious unhappiness...
Never leaving her place, occasionally to grab some groceries...
Then soaking herself into the dark water of the everyday torture of living...
Her soul yearning for the rest that only death offers...
None would save me...
Jun 20, 2025
Jun 20, 2025 at 12:51 PM UTC
She put a black sheet over her bedroom windows,
For her not see the reality of her misery,
her obvious unhappiness...
Never leaving her place, occasionally to grab some groceries...
Then soaking herself into the dark water of the everyday torture of living...
Her soul yearning for the rest that only death offers...
None would save me...
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