“A Dirge For Her, The Doubly Dead, In That She Died So Young”




              “A Dirge For Her, 
             The Doubly Dead, 
     In That She Died So Young” cold stories
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erinmatthews
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Written when I found myself sinking into a depression so deep, I was on the verge of giving up completely.

“A Dirge For Her, The Doubly Dead, In That She Died So Young”

Just because you see me breathing, Doesn’t mean that I exist. The vital signs you thought you saw, Apparently, were missed.

I’m a gently drifting, lost balloon, Yearning to fly and be free, But my soul has been trapped; left to die and deflate On a limb of a cruel, twisted tree.

Caught in a blizzard; I shiver. Life fled with what warmth it could steal. The storm left a blanket of ice on my heart, Now I’m too cold and too numb to feel.

Alone, I will wait for Death’s knock on my door, As I waste away in my room. I fear I have buried myself quite alive, Now my body is merely a tomb.

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