Chapter 2: Crying Silently.
I cry myself to sleep every night.
I cry silently with the comforter pulled over my quivering body.
I feel the sobs starting to make their way up my throat.
I swallow trying to keep them in.
I fear what would happen if I let them escape.
They would be the hideous ones that no one wants to hear.
I wouldn't be perfect anymore.
The tears soak my shirt as I silently cry myself to sleep.
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PoetryShe was perfect. Well what everyone else saw was perfect. What they did not see was not so perfect. The depression, the jagged scars on her burning wrists and thighs, the tears she wept at night after the fights, the bruises left on her body by her...
