In the quiet corners of her mind,
Shadows dance in whispered tones,
Solitude, her constant companion,
A world where she walks alone.
The mirror reflects her silent cries,
Words unspoken, yet deeply felt,
A tapestry of aching verses,
In the solitude where she dwelt.
Pages filled with silent screams,
Inked in the language of despair,
The weight of loneliness pressing down,
A burden she was made to bear.
Yet in her words, a light did shine,
A beacon for those who understand,
The beauty in her tragic lines,
A legacy by her own hand.