the only thing that the little girl
in me wants is to finally see,
and feel, and experience the soft side
of this world, because she has been
hugging it despite the spikes.
and she won’t just let go,
because she believes that someday,
the spikes will go away.
silly me, it has been more than a decade,
and the world didn’t change even a bit;
the spikes didn’t disappear,
the pain didn’t vanish,
i just got used too much
to how it feels like.
things didn’t get any better.
i just got numbed.
but the little girl in me still believes
that there’s a soft side.
and though i am long sure there isn’t,
i don’t want to kill the only thing
that keeps her here;
as long she holds on to it,
i’ll try to prove that she's right.
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Found This Book Somewhere In The Forest
Poetry"Talk to my soul later midnight, when the moon's at its peak. That's the only way of communication that I know, because my physical lips will stutter if I told you about how I want to tear my human skin apart and go out."
