Where darkness stood And the only thing seen Is the source of this art And thus, it began, an overwhelming feeling of being alone and miserable forever. Music begins to comfort her Like a child's blanket, His only protection And every word stabs her heart Then, a thousand crows were waiting for it to be pierced. Belonging is very difficult, And this should definitely hurt But now it doesn't For she has grown numb and lifeless Even with the heavily beating heart. Her breathing rapidly goes And feeling bit by bit That air would come short But no, it shouldn't For she should feel the pain that she deserves. And life would go on as if nothing is ever wrong. And she will put a smile when seeing familiar faces. 'Coz she needed to move on No matter how much she's killing herself inside. *I've written this during another dull moment this week. Yesterday, particularly. I was proud because I created something beautiful instead of ugly and hideous cuts and bruises.