The words they told her were shards of glass piercing through her skin which hurt almost as bad as the balde did. Every night she laid in bed crying trying to figure out why God was punishing her, what did she do so wrong, was it that time she told a lie, is she really that bad of ba person she deserves tears in her eyes.
She just couldn't understand why she felt as though she had told of bricks pilied on top of her and it's almost as if God was just adding more up damnit she couldn't comprehend why the kids called her name and the voices never went away
For heavens sakes they always yelled at her day or night so she keeps yelling at the stars, adding what's worth the fight?
And for some reason the girl who never isn't much religious find herself praying every Sunday night.
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teenage fools
PoetryI write poetry about life, death, love, hurt, depression, and basically everything.
