Dear Esther,
Today in school,
My horrid dream had came true
The winding hallway,
Which was teeming with what seemed like the entire community of living demons,
Sent chills down my spine
They pulled my hair,
Told me I was as ugly as a nightmare
Said I was fat;
Obese and a pest
They banged my head,
Against the wall,
As thick crimson,
Gushed out and flowed
I shrieked and cried,
But no one even cared,
Continuing to bash me up in might
Just like the dream,
They jeered at me cruelly;
Their mocking laughter reverberating throughout my ears,
Slicing every inch of my soul
Just when I thought,
They were about to go away
They stayed,
And hit me with more force,
With not a piece of mercy,
Why did I not just try to escape?
Oh, because I'm too used to this.
How I just wish for this living nightmare to end
Without you,
By my side,
I'm weeping softly deep inside
I wish everything had stayed the same,
I'm just sick of this gruesome pain...
Quinn
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shards of the heart
Poetry❝the scars that screamed of revolutions inside her head and the shards that made up her heart were things that no one saw.❞ suffering from a terrifying eating disorder and from a shattered home, quinn's greatest tormentor is imperfection. her world...
