That Lost Girl.

Insomnia struck.

Depressed. Wet pillows.

2 AM Tears. 12 AM Wandering minds.

Red, sleep deprived, baggy eyes.

She’s drowning. Mind’s a wreck.

All Alone.

She sits on her bed.

Staring at the walls.

Screaming in the inside.

Screeching her heart out.

Those awful thoughts. Restless.

Lost. Stained wrists.

She whispered “I’m Fine”.

– ummuzwriteups

Any messages?






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