Her dark brown eyes were always bright but never happy.
Despite the sorrow she felt inside.
She forced a smile.
She laughed and joked like normal.
Her mask became part of her.
Not even she could tell if she was actually happy.
Or it was just the act she adopted.
Her wounds hidden under her sleeves.
Her emotions buried deep inside.
Inside was so dark not even the brightest of stars could shine.
Maybe not even the sun.
Nobody was able to see the pain she felt.
Until she finally told them.
Her final words written shakily at the bottom of the page.
Covering the last bare spot under her story filled with the harsh words, abuse, and the heartbreak she endured.
"Not even this will release me. I will still be here, only in spirit. For it's one big cage, escaping one will only leave you trapped in another. All I can do is hope that the next will be better."
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In a Nuthshell
PoetryPretty much everything I've gone through, have thought of, or have felt in a nutshell. All are poems written by me and should not be used unless given permission to.
