My Perished Doll

He broke my doll, a beautiful doll; Made of glass it was, my beautiful doll, Retreated from the path that led to my sweet doll; The sweet doll that slaughtered herself for the love that was dear, Broke down the walls of the stone heart of my sweet doll; Only to be oblivious that those

Winsome Façade

Standing infront of the smashed mirror, She built her façade while words lurked behind her head, “YOU DON’T DESERVE IT.” She applied her makeup on her bruised face. “YOU SHOULD’VE DIED.” She drew a winged eyeliner on her puffy eyes. “YOU SHOULDN’T BREATH ANYMORE.” She swiped the blood red lipstick on her busted lips. “YOU

Brand Name: SOCIETY

She looked up into the wide mirror, standing tall infront of her, A girl stood there; She saw the bags under that girls eyes, She saw her red puffy eyes, She saw the rosy cheeks with traces of tears, She saw the light purple wounds on her neck, She saw her pale, almost white, skin,