The dark of night no longer meant rest
It meant restlessness
The cuts are deep
The scars being reopened
The tears are many
The sun shines through the beautiful trees
The birds sing
Morning again, and no sleep
Covering the mutilation
School came sort after
Though this was not a good thing
It only made all of this worse
Walking through the hushed whispers
About her sleeves
About her converse
About her clumsiness
All she asked for was a brake
Sitting alone at lunch was her retreat
People would show and try
Failing was common with them though
She never let anyone in
Though one day
This boy pushed past her negativity and denial
He looked at her and smiled
Her world flipped
He became her perfect
He was her perfect person, in the worst moment
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Take Me Home (Original Poems)
PoetryThese are the words that fill my head. Original poems.
