The Unspoken (Harry Styles)

The Unspoken

There are so many thoughts that run through my mind day by day but never do they escape my closed lips

My words stay hidden so small they are almost invisible they lurk through the darkness of my mind to scared to come out into the light

I guess you are having trouble understanding what i mean... Well in simpler words.. I don't speak

Its not that i can't i just.. Don't. i would rather keep my mouth shut and my face hidden

I have a reason. i didn't just decide i was going to stop talking.

You see... Bad things happen and you cannot do anything to stop them no matter how hard you try

Its just sad really...

What happened effected me a lot.. Im no longer who i used to be.. Im no longer that confident happy beautiful girl.. Far from it really

No. that incident ruined me.. It pushed me into this deep dark place cursing me with a monster

I don't try to fight anymore.. There is no reason.. I have lost everything i cared about

The place i once called home is now just.. Shelter.. Not a home but just a lifeless building filled with hate.. Sadness.. Its just dark

My family.. Are gone.. If i can even call them a family

My best friend... I mean ex-bestfriend gone!

My life... Destroyed.. Shattered.. Broken

Im basically dead the only sign of life the soft beating of my scarred heart

Other then that I'm just numb.. I don't even feel pain... Just emptiness

Im a monster a cold miserable worthless monster

I hardly eat..i Hardly drink.. I hardly do anything really

I shower and sleep... That is it

Occasionally in the middle of the night i will go for a walk in the freezing cold my red hair recently dip dyed blonde tangling in the breeze...

My bright blue eyes being wiped by the wind....

and my clear soft pale skin turning icy cold..

Not that i feel it but the goose bumps are a clear indicator

The dark does not scare me anymore but more the light for the light reveals the monsters where as the dark hides them.. Keeps them at peace where they are not laughed at or are not feared

They just sit there and observe.. Cry and die.. Little by little

I hate day time i spend it in my plain room just sitting there

I sometimes write but not much

The neighbours sometimes wave at me when i peer through the window they seem friendly

They have a little boy with blonde hair and tanned skin

He looks about 3 and likes to play on my tire swing which i am glad about

At least he finds it fun

I sometimes sit on it at night and just hold onto the memories letting them play over and over again

It seems like years have gone by since the accident but it has only been just over 2 months

I wish it never happened.. No 17 year old should go through something like that