Head In Books

Lost

How could she forget everything when the past was written all over her skin?

That hurts even if it's not bleeding.

As a butterfly that cannot fly, she did not feel free.

She is in her room, hoping she gets fixed soon.

Hoping she gets over the trauma.

It wasn't like deleting a text but it could slowly disappear.

Better than any drugs.

Those teary eyes seemed to be lost.

Could she ever feel free again?

No, but maybe she could write a new story, on a new page.

And the past, as her favourite book, she would keep it.

Forever.

Because it was part of her.

That made her what she is now.

And that will make her always be her.

-Luz