Once there was a girl who was happy, she smiled and played just like everyone else.
But unlike everyone else
She was hurt, and upset.
For what she thought is normal in her home
Was not in others.
The screaming of harsh words and the crying of burning tears.
The burning of scraps and the stinging of bruises.
While covered up in a happy lie.
For eggshells she had to walk across and bullets she had to dodge.
But as she grew up it was like watching a movie.
Her once happy self slowly faded into a pool.
As when she slowly walked to where she would slowly be destroyed, emotionally and physically.
It was like mines went off around her, she was supposed to be safe, and away from harm.
But it is where she learned to isolate herself and stay at arms length and never let anyone get close.
It is where she heard about leaving scars in wrists to take away the pain
Of being hurt, till the point of tears.
Where people would would laugh and make jokes to cover up their own pain.
And so they could gain self confidence, by stripping her of her own.
Just to get hungry again before moving onto their next victim.
It got to a point to where she stopped caring,
And that is when she left a wound that will never heal.
Thank you to all who read this till the end. This is a tribute to a dear friend of mine. About how we were both similar. May she Rest In Peace.
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My Spoken Word.
ŞiirThis is just some spoken word I have come up with during English class. Hope you like it. Please share it with friends and vote. If you have any questions please ask. And don't be too mean about my poem(s).
