I stared at the blank wall
Alone in the bathroom
I ran from the hate that follows me
The tears fall down my cheeks
They gather on the floor by my feet
I'm balled up in the corner
Like a piece of trash
Hoping to hide from the pain
To hide from the people who hurt me
That insult me and step on me
That make me want to die
Who knows what I'm going through?
No one, not really.
Can anyone fix me?
No, probably not.
Is there a way to find relief?
Yes...but it'll hurt.
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Hoping For Relief (Book 1 of the Dawn Chronicles) ➽ COMPLETE
PoesiaSynopsis by @NeverTrustAnAuthor ____________ You'll see the scars across her arms and you'll grimace. You'll think of the blood she must have spilled and your stomach will turn over with nausea. But what you won't notice, what no one ever no...
