This was the curse,

The one that plagued her with endeavor,

Even so that every night would be warm,

So every dream lasted forever.

This was the curse that gave her challenges,

To distract her from her own doubt,

So she would collapse inwards,

Then explode out.

No one would understand,

The method in her ways,

Only that,

She has always lived in dismay.

And there were those who tried to understand,

But they only smiled halfway,

And so the moon rose,

And so that sun faded away.

Now in a world of endless night,

The winter cloud forms overhead,

But there is no wind to push,

So she buried herself in her own snow instead.

For she thought,

That her snow would protect her,

But the wintery ice of others,

Will not deter.

That is when she retreats further,

And into her own soul,

For there she finds,

Her desired control.

Where the world ends,

Is where she starts,

Where souls die,

Is where she keeps her heart.

And for her own soul,

It is already decayed and gone,

And this is her last attempt,

To make it appear strong.

She is the girl of destiny,

The one who let hope dwell,

The girl who lived on the edge of reality,

And the one who fell.

What is magic, one might ask

For there is no finite answer,

But to the girl who fell,

It is the worst cancer.

For it is created by one's own mind,

It infects everything,

And it corrupts,

The crown of the king.

So the stars of heaven,

Shine down upon her buried face,

But she shies away,

And for this reason, she lost her grace.

Plagued by her own heart,

Her own desire to be found,

She fell,

And she never touched the ground.

Hence the clouds,

Her eternal state of stalling,

But that is not true,

For she is ever falling.

She, the girl of destiny,

The one with a beautiful rise,

Led to the fall,

And lead to her endless skies.

This one I have been working on for several months. I have been working with someone, who I will keep anonymous, who suffers from multiple mental disorders. This is her perspective, this is her. If you understand this poem, understand that you are not alone. There are several people who feel as if reality is constantly closing in on them. Please, help me with my cause of the Societal Front and if you feel as if your front needs to be expressed, message me. I am here.