i was only 8 when you took my life away and held me captive in my own mind prisoning me as all the words you said barricaded me in and still then i was locked alone with only my depression to keep me company.
i was only 9 when i had been promoted to a guard keeping the barriers up but only on my heart so i wont get hurt by another like you.
i was only 10 when the barriers started to crumble and the walls falling down into slim slitherines of bones. yet fat , one of the words you used, was still etched into my head.
i was only 11 when the words you'd said was now carved into my wrist. now covered by walls only people called them sleeves.
i was only 12 when i was trapped inside my mind once again. only now wondering would it be better if i had been set free.
yet being free was worse than being a prisoner.
YOU ARE READING
short storys/ vent
Poetryjust a bunch of chapter/book endings (mostly sad) i hope you had a good time reading yhis bc my dyslexia didnt have such a good time writing.thank the lords for auto correct
