A girl in a white dress

Stressed with the world

Craving to not be worthless

Caught in a swirl

Controlled by the nameless

The dark figure 

Wanting to take the soul

Following like a creeper

telling lies to make a hole

Slowly torn down

Wishing to have a new start

Starting to drown

Slowly losing the heart

Some times in the corner

But never gone

It will softly murmur

“You are not worth anything just call it done”