A figment of everyone's Imagination :
In the dungeon of my heart,
I reside drowning in deep sorrow, hopeless and hurt, by my beloved.
And since then by all those who know me.
I feel like a negative in a dark room that refuses to develop.
In these doldrums, I drudge, sunrise to sunset.
I trip and hurt my face.
My noiseless scream goes unheeded
The duality of my existence,
it's black and white that seems to disappear in the background.
Heartbroken
I know
I'm just a figment of everyone's Imagination.
By Joanna
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