Broken in two,
No longer know who
I am to be,
Which one of me?
The me, who is to see,
Is emotionless entirely..
The other lives internally;
Feels nothing but misery..
The world around us,
Now all a little too sus..
No one we can trust,
Constantly cautious 'bout even the mere amount of dust..
For all of what Lily feels,
She finds in it to feel we must..
Heather feels no touch of gust..

Now she wanders seeming whole,
All with just a shattered soul..

© OHT