A/N: Hi everyone, I know it's been a while since I last updated, it seems I've been apologizing to you in all my updates but I truly am sorry. I'm slowly recovering, but recovering nonetheless. Thank you for sticking by and supporting me all this time! It means the world to me. I hope you like this poem. I'd have to say it's the greatest poem I've ever written and means a lot to me. I put my heart and soul and into so I hope it touches you somehow. So thank you for your love and support and without further ado, here is You Took A Girl by me lolol
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You Took a Girl
Dear, You
Maybe you don't want to hear it but I think you should know truth. I want you to know what you did.
There was a little 7 year old girl who saw a video in school about a man who went to sleep wearing a rope tie
around his neck because he was sad.
Then she cried and thought hard wondering why it made her heart feel bad.
Then 12 years old, at her friend's birthday party she wanted to die because her heart hurt and she didn't want to or really know why. Her friend had a tree house with lots of rope swings,
so she slid her neck in one of the openings,
and stood at the top of the ladder. Poor little thing didn't know what she was doing, she just wanted the loneliness and sadness to end.
didn't want to play anymore, with the people who she called her friends; the ones who taunted her and yelled "Do it! Don't be chicken!"
And one girl pushed her and she fell
but a parent caught her just in time before anything could happen.
For once she thought someone cared
But he didn't do anything except say he didn't want to be responsible for something bad happening.
So 5 years go, and every year things got worse; Mom and Dad were never proud and nothing she did was enough.
life at home was pretty rough
since it was all about tough...love.
She was compared and put down, discouraged and critiqued
because their standards were too specific and she was too unique.
She sunk deeper into darkness and everything turned black, pure heart was poisoned and demons began to attack.
They called themselves Anxiety and Depression
and they ripped her apart and ate her inside out.
That 12 year old girl became a memory of repression
filled with fear and self doubt.
No one noticed her starting to slip away. Lying to everyone and said she was okay.
She starved herself and worked out excessively because they told her she was ugly.
She believed she was useless, stupid and a nuisance because of what they said.
She'd look in the mirror and hate what she saw
she could only see her flaws.
She was scared of what people would think and didn't know who to trust,
because of a friend who threw her away for lust.
She had an obsession with chocolate and it grew when she found out it was an anti depressant,
thought it was better than pills she knew she would overdose on.
She hated everyone who thought she was weird, "psycho" and crazy
and never thought that maybe,
she was broken.
She'd go to her room, scream, tremble, and cry every night, falling asleep with tears in her eyes.
and in that bedroom where all the secrets would hide
she tried to commit suicide... 3 times but she couldn't do it, scared death would hurt and felt like a wimp.
Anxiety and Depression, latching onto to her like a parasite to a host, and in a way they were. They sucked her dry of happiness and life, taking her will to live; so she'd live just trying to survive til the end of the day.
Anxiety and Depression were ruthless and beat her without mercy, she'd try hard fighting back but she had no one to help her tag team the terrible two.
But then... then, she had you.
You took a girl and stayed by her side, through thick and thin. You promised to always be there. You helped her through all her anxiety attacks and she knows that you won't admit
you were tired of dealing
with her shit.
But no matter what you stuck around and dealt with it.
YOU ARE READING
When the Silence is Broken
Poetry*Originally called Unspoken Thoughts* Here is a collection of unspoken thoughts as poems and written works. Pretty much any piece of writing I have that isn't necessarily a novel. Some sad, happy, others angry and upset. It is your choice to read t...
