Been going through my writing from June/July last year. :) My around is always so much better when I'm depressed!


Around my the world is cruming into pieces if hell.
The walls fall and faces stare at me charred.

On display, I'm on display, a beautiful tragedy.
On disay, I'm on display, but none of you know me.

I fall from my swing, dangling high from a willow tree.
My bones break and my soul aches.
Their smirks turn to grins.

They reach out in curiosity but do not understand.
Turning now, I hide my face.
How I long to be invisible.