That girl.
That girl in purple.
She's silent.
She's dying.
She's crying.
I do know what happened to her.
I was there.
I wish I could help
But I was stuck to a chair.
That girl in purple.
She's crying.
She's wailing.
But every one keeps asking, that she'll be quiet.
That girl in purple
Had her dignity taken from her
And for some reason,
I can feel the pain between her legs
The closing up of her chest
The crashing of her lungs
The shut down of her system.
Worse of all,
I can feel her
Die.
Literally.
Some days even,
When my head's really hurting,
I begin to think,
Maybe I'm that girl
And I'm looking at my reflection in the mirror.
Maybe I'm that girl.
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In My Head | ✓
PoetryIn my head, there are a million things I'd wish I could say. A million things I realize. But the courage I have not birthed to say them aloud. Just a girl who feels too much, sees too much, hears to much and an obsession of curiosity. In a world w...
