2 December 2012
I lock myself in the old white room, Surely I will die very soon. I sit there tucked in a ball, Ignoring my mothers worrying calls. All that have with me in my room is a pack of Felt pens, Altogether there are ten. I write my heart, my life, my soul on the wall, I have even wrote a poem on the back of the door. My body will not sustain life that long, And all these words will tell my story when I'm gone. For I feel I am no longer beautiful, But on my wall there is beauty from an unknown girl.
P.s- This isn't true. Just my crazy mind and imagination.
Beauty Of An Unknown Girl • Opuss № I