Girl with the pearl earring

My mother is dead

Pearl earrings are her remnants

Memories of her will never fade

I am alone

Poverty stricken

My diary stays by myside

I can write for days

When the ink runs out and I am alone again

Depression sinks in

I am young and I am weak

I am vulnerable

I want to love but Iwas never taught how

Somehow I am still strong

Gathering my strength to carry on

I mean nothing,

Call me mute

My thoughts will never leave the pages of my diary

My soul cries for help

My father is dead too

And now I am even more alone

Alone, more than ever before 

My eyes scream life, but I am spiritually dead

I am emotionally drained

These earrings are my memories

-Breanne