Fake.

A scent never triggered such emotion,
Familiar for me more so than home.
many night spent gasping for breath.
Digging nails into dirt.
Hoping to find remains of you.
Tears glazing the green blades.
Cutting through skin so worn.
Buried beneath all that should be.
Collapsing at me feet again.
Let go of the rope.
I watched you dangle from that string.
A mere puppet like myself.
I thought our similarities made us strong.
It only drove you apart from me.
You cut me off in the end.
Strangling in my own existance.
Repulsed by my mere site of myself.
I am nothing but tragedy.
I long for a release...
I can't explain how alone I feel.
Nothing I could muster could fathom it.
And sink slowly into nothing.
No one knows me.
And I will grasp that and deal.
Cry tears in my room
Behind closed doors shield from truth.
Shall no longer fake smiles.
This is who I am now.
Comfort it and love it.
It's all I'll ever know of me.
Skin and bones with no soul.
What happened to the girl?