Until this day,
the girl escaped through writing
even though, she felt like she's was never pretty enough
And that something is wrong with her,
even though she loved herself there was always that burden within her.
She still cried herself,
she still looked in the mirror
And tried telling herself hat she's worth living,
but as days pass,
she felt more useless, her friends leaving,
People she loved turning their backs on her,
People claiming to love her when they don't,
People claiming to understand.
She felt useless,
she felt lonely,
she was depressed.
Her only friends were books she buried herself in.
She hoped that in time it will all changed,
That someone could come
And rescue her
love her
With all the scars she carries
The marks that lay on her body
-CECILIA.N.M
YOU ARE READING
Trapped By Being
PoetryI'm lost and I need an escape and this might be the only way to escape. One day I will be gone and I won't look back. Words I couldn't say to you m because I knew you didn't care anymore I was nothing to you I was just another girl
