Dying Inside
No one sees this shell of a girl walking
They don't see the destruction that is happening
They see who she use to be before the wrecking ball of destruction hit her
They don't hear her cries of help
They don't see that everyday she is alive is another day a piece of her dies
They don't see that everyday she fakes a smile is another day she dies inside
They can't look past who she use to be
They use to look at her as a painting that had meaning
But now
They look at her as a painting that doesn't have a meaning
They use to see her as the girl that had the world at the palm of her hand
But now
They see her as the girl that the world is slowly killing
She thought she had the world at her palm
But now
she is getting crushed by the world itself
They use to see her as the superhero who saves the world
But now
She is no longer the superhero
she is the victim
They use to see her as the superhero that never has a dark day
But in reality every day for her is dark
She is dieing inside
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Midnight Thoughts
PuisiA collection of original poems written from the mind of a young teen.
