she has a bad reputation.
the dark mystery that lays deep inside her is always shielding her away from everyone, no one dares to come close to her. she doesn't mean to scare them, but they always cower away from her.
she always stares at the ceiling in the hopes of someone to come rescue her, she's vulnerable but strong at the same time, days pass and she's still waiting for someone to finally understand her, hear her side of the story, listen to her past.
waiting for someone to care enough to ask what's hidden underneath her dark under-eye circles and weak muscles,
still waiting for someone to feel the weight on her shoulders,
she reaches out for help, but cant get it. too broken to be fixed and too tired to try.
still waiting for someone.
she said "that person might never come" and smiled hearing the noises of cars from the street beneath her,
then she threw herself.
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Emotional Torture.
PoetryCollection of poems and pieces written about daily struggles and tackling big world problems from the eyes of a teenager. Warning: Some chapters might be triggering. Triggers include: Suicide Eating disorder Self harm
