Ophelia Is Lost

Poems and drawings of a depressed person.

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Drawing of today.

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Drawing i made the other Day ⭐️

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Insta stories.

I had wanted to kiss you for so long. Had been so desperate. Now I feel disappointment.

You had been my everything. Your blue eyes my green light. Your lips my promising death.

The once desperate love. Became a nostalgic feeling. I smile when I remember. Who I used to be.

The innocent girl. Who ate from the palm of your hands. Every kind word. Every touch you gave her.

Now I see your name. On my insta stories. And feel nothing.

We are nothing.

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Green graveyard.

She walked through graveyards. Every tombstone had her name written on them. Could she die one day?

She wanted to.

But with every step she became more scared. She knew her body would be embraced by the earth. The worms would eat her eyes. And invade her throat.

But still, she wanted to die.

The dreams had followed her through months. Her discomposed body. Free from the pain of living a life. She had never wanted.

So many mistakes had been made. Her life wasted, when others had died. Before her eyes, wanted a chance she had taken.

By accident.

I saw her face on the pond. The green water still reflected her. Our eyes one. And so detached from each other.

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