She pulled her hair down,
To cover her face.
Because no matter what she did,
The scars, she couldn't erase.
They weren't physical;
Not something someone could see;
But mental;
Something keeping her from being happy.
Often at night,
She'd go to sleep,
Reflecting on her day,
Thinking of how she's been hurt so deep.
She couldn't fathom,
That anyone would ever love her,
So when she found the one,
She felt she was coming undone.
He made her heart sore,
But when it came to talk,
Her scars were too deep,
So she didn't let out so much as a squawk.
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The Darkness In My Mind: A Poetry Collection
PoetryA collection of poems written at my lowest moments, where it sometimes seems like there's no way to keep going. These poems span from seven years ago, to now. A lot of them are 'letters' to my family, to my friends, and to other people. They'll nev...
