On the plain black circles under her eyes;
Mirror the quiet hallways,
Pavements left ill-natured,
Home of brilliant debacles- Full of unwanted souls.
It’s more of a cemetery living in it.
The tenderness of sorrow and grief; she resists.
Unknowingly, it succeed,
Euphoria turned into ashes.
Thoughts began to rust.
She looked all the same,
but wanted to burst her heart out
She wanted to feel alive.