She looks in the mirror, to the girl she never knew.
Staring at the white wall, she cries silently.
She doesn't believe in beauty, all she knows is "monster".
Because the bruises on her body, show the pain she feels inside.
No one will understand, so she stays as far away.
She hides behind her clothes, feeling trapped from within.
Claws scratch at her constantly, especially when her eyes close.
At night she hears the voices, whisper in her ears.
The nightmares, they tell her what she has done.
She feels guilt, even though it's probably not her fault.
She stills believes it is, even though it's "his".
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Mindful poems
PoesiaSo, I don't usually write anymore. But sometimes I do get in my feelings and write something that ends up going here. So enjoy and please if you ever feel down and like this talk to someone don't be like me and keep it all in.
