At the age of 8
I slipped my toe in a bathtub
And bathed painful words
and soap it with passion
then rinse it off with sadness
At the age of 8 I wore jeans of sadness and depression and wore tears like crop tops
And then at the age of 8 I brushed off happiness like It was my hair and still hadn't been shiny
At the age of 8 I wore pain like It was bangles,
I thought it would be pretty to wear.
At the the age of 8
I don't know If I'm breathing anymore.
/Dedicated to @-moonlit-/
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douleur
Poetry❝Her heart turned grey as they walked out and didn't stay. Now here's the words she wrote on a paper- the words she couldn't say.❞ Written by ellethetic 2017 © ellethetic
