Her mind was a jigsaw puzzle
with the thoughts she hold,
memories yet to be unfold,
there were the things she had never told.
Words that danced in her head that could not escape,
The tangled verbs formed in her mouth ,did not take its shape.
She was a storyteller once
But today her stories are covered by the dusts
which she do not wish to scrape.
The calmness her voice had
The charm her tales could add,
Now, are all caged to her body confines
drowning deeper and deeper everyday
Not by any toxicity this world gave
But she was drowning because of the demons her mind had created.
They witnessed her destruction,
They watched as she fled to the darkness,
The girl who everyone admired
Everyone who thought her life is a bless
To the world was now,
"She is the girl who is a mess"
Beautiful words .. loved it