Epiphany.

Scars.

She sat there,
Lifeless and limp,
On the cold,
Hard tiled floor,
Her head leaning,
On the pale coloured wall,
Her gaze fixated,
On the ceiling,
With the harsh temperature,
She shivered,
And as she turned,
Her wrist,
She wailed,
At the sight,
Thinking about the events,
Occurred in the past,
Caressing her wrist,
With gentle stroke,
Of her thumb,
She took deep breathes,
Sad and broken,
By her past.
And here's her story,
She was a girl,
With a smile that,
Brightened every single persons day,
But that smile,
Could now barely be seen,
Her face that glowed,
With happiness every second,
Was now pale,
And lacked emotion,
Her once womanly curvy body,
Was now skinny and colourless,
Her innocence and dignity,
Which she was once proud of,
Had been stolen,
Against her will,
I don't think,
Any eighteen year old,
Would've made it through,
Like she did,
She's broken,
Beyond repair,
They ripped her apart,
Gave her scars,
Everywhere,
But it's not the scar on her body,
That made her,
The way she is today,
But,
It's the scar on the inside,
That pierced through her heart,
Not once,
But countless times....
-r.f.

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