Shattered Dream by Dia Elliott
So calm, barely breathing
I'm floating somewhere above.
Not on cloud nine
But a place far above, beyond that.
I'm not happy, but crushed
So depressed that nothing matters.
Shaking and seeing
What was never seen before.
Built up anger and rage
Overpowered with sadness.
As I look at myself in mirrors
I see not the young face, but the old demons.
They're trying to get out
Self control is in their way.
I feel a fire inside my soul
A black fire with a cold heart.
Lucky I'm a decent actress..
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