She walks the halls with her head down.
Tears threatening to spill.
Heart slowly breaking.
Hair matted from her not caring to brush it.
Pushed around.
Invisible.
Transparent.
Unknown.
She's alone.
No one cares.
No one asks what's wrong.
No one even notices she's there.
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Then it happens all over again.
At home, she cries.
She starves.
She breaks.
She hurts.
She stays silent.
Her siblings don't notice.
Her parents don't notice.
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Completely oblivious of the battle going on inside her.
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Delicate Meanings
PoetryEverything written by yours truly. - I'm just going through some shit trying to get through it all alive. "Nobody's perfect" but they always expect you to be.
