"Do you know it takes everything in her to smile when she is crumbling to bits inside?
Do you know the amount of tears she has shed?
You call her names,
Strange!
Stupid!
Weird!
Dramatic!
She is sensitive to the core, made up of star dust and decorated with the sprinkle of sadness.
Everything you say goes straight to her heart. She feels every pain so deeply and when it sinks in, she just wants to get out of the prison of her own body and mind.
Do you know how tired she is?
Do you notice how she can't speak properly?
Do you hear the crackiness of her voice?
If you can't help her then don't push her in the fire of anguish. She will burn and won't even utter a world unless evrything will turn into ashes.
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Chaotic Mess.
Poetry"I can't understand the chaos within me," She whispers finally letting the tears roll down, crumbled in her room, curled up in a ball, gasping for breath as she tries to hold herself, as she begs her heart to stop hurting so much. A collection of pr...
