The Little Girl & The House on the Island

.-. this poem was for u Kimmy, I wish I could have completed it but it became increasingly difficult for me to do anything. I hope u understand the meaning behind it and that u will continue to be ha

Nothing is louder than the voices of depression

Nothing can silence the singing choir of self hate

She hates who she is

Hates how unloved she feels in the world

Pinned down by her past

Finding difficulty in moving forward

Pinned down by unappreciation

The shadows that lurk in the background seem to gossip of her failures

She's stuck on an island of darkness

She cries in this darkness

The shadows enjoy her suffering

It seems she's all alone on this island- running and fending for herself against the void

However ever watching

Barely illuminating in the darkness behind the grey clouds

The moon, heartbroken by what he see's

Decides to observe this little girl even further

and as he learns more about this little girl

He is reminded

but the only person that sees it has her own demons

the only person I can reach out to is currently stranded on this island with me

I try to remain strong for her but I feel myself deteriorating

Constantly reminding her to never lose hope

in hopes that someday she will become strong enough to face the world on her own

She's a little child that lives inside a gorgeous home

but she hates the appearance of her home because the shadows tell her how hideous it is

Little does she know tho

Her home has been bashed at; vandalized; & even experienced earthquakes

But it still stands till this day

It's chandelier in the main hall still shines brightly

The paint on the walls still remain pure white even with the dark shadows leaning against it