Puddles of purple and blue with raindrops of yellow lay on my skin,
My chapped lips sealed, too frightened to speak out
But inside my mind that horrible night is played on repeat like a movie that wont stop
And the sound of your fist connecting with my fragile body is screaming in my head
Yet I carry on covering the bruised pools on my pale skin in layers and layers of make up and long sleeves
And smile at anyone who asks if something is wrong, assuring them i'm okay.
Little do they know behind every "i'm fine" is the horrifying thought that that night wont be the last.
[n.m]
YOU ARE READING
Shattered//poetry
Poetry//just writing down the messy thoughts that are too loud for my head to handle. //poetry, ::lowercase intended::
