Rejection.
The vial taste of it burned her throat.
She wanted to cry.
She wanted to scream.
She wanted to never feel again.
She wanted to pull at the roots of her hair.
They had rejected her.
Was she not good enough?
Did she lack charisma?
Was she not qualified?
So she sat quietly. In her room in silence.
And she wrote.
She wrote until her hand cramped.
Until her pencil broke.
Until she finally broke down.
All she wanted was a purpose.
A sliver of happiness.
Something that would give her life meaning.
She had no one.
No one but a pencil and her journal.
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Petal Haze
PoetryAbout the girl who was sick And the boy that brought her back to life. The flowers that one her heart And the boy that gave her his
