How many times do I have to scream before words finally form in my mouth?
How long until someone sees my internal pain?
How long until I can peacefully burn in the deepest depths of hell?
How long until it stops hurting?
When will I learn that crying is not a daily thing?
How will I be able to forget the words and punches thrown at me?
When will I become a normal teenage girl, with normal eating habits and normal ways of forgeting pain?
Why am I the one to be different and broken?
Who choose me to become everyone's punching bag?
Why did they choose me?
Could they change their choice?
Would they change their choice?
Or do they enjoy my pain, too?
Why so many questions?
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Maybe it Will End
PoetryWARNING TRIGGER Just a collection of poems that are written about self harm and depression. All poems written by me unless said otherwise Cover by lilydawnxx
