Aquamarine - Angel of the dark soul

Lying down in the dark room,
There she is seen ones again.
In the place where she said she belongs,
Aquamarine, the queen of the dark soul.

Shattered into pieces, broken down like the glass,
Shining bright to hide the inner grieve
And holding onto the pain that no men can dare to,
There she shines, far away yet too bright.

"you are that star aquamarine", I said
Far beyond the galaxy, beyond the black stump.
There she stands, faking that smile and shedding tears
Aquamarine, the bravest girl with the mighty soul.

"yes I am that star", raised the voice.
Beyond the black stump, laminating alone.
Deeply far, yet so bright I am,
Holding the pain that no man can.

From devils 😈  dancing on the tip of her finger,
She then called herself the angels of the dark soul.
She had the best of both the world's,
Costing her an arm and a leg of her own.

There goes aquamarine, angel of the dark soul,
Never been caught dead, external being the light.
Not taking a grain of salt to what people say,
Making her way through the dark night.

"That is the external me", she whispered
Giving me the light to hide the inner me.
Broken, afraid, shattered and depressed, thats the real me,
The external covering up, making it look perfect.

"That is my soul!" she exclaimed
dark,sad,broken and unfixable.
Yet I see The Star, beyond the stump,
Filled with life and deep thoughts.