Existening within a world not her own,
she dreamt consistently of a world in which she did belong a world she wasn't alone,
Somehow she just never fit in,
This invisible girl sick of living,
Sleep seemingly abandoning her like eveyone else,
She existed in her own personal hell,
They called her invisible- she was a bomb,
She's been ticking and time is running out after so long,
This invisible girl with scars on her wrist,
But shh that's a secret,
This invisible girl artist and all,
She wished herself blind for the things she saw,
This invisible girl broken and hidden,
How could anyone call this living?
This invisible girl held to her bed afraid of leaving,
He has hurt her- angered her she can never forget until she stops breathing,
This invisible girl is hurt..
This invisible girl wants to escape this brutal world,
And how could anyone understand this invisible girl?after all she does even understand,
This invisible girl.
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Long Nights And Deep Thoughts
Short StoryA book of poetry, some can relate, some will grasp the idea, others will see words as only words.
