let me tell you
a story of a girl
a girl whose story
deserves to unfurl.
a girl whose heart
rise in anticipation of purpose
but as the cracks begun to appear
soon turned from innocent to cold and mirthless.
a girl whose eyes
sent glistening gifts down to earth
but the thirst for water
had long since ended it's birth.
she offered cracked pieces
jagged metal
of her soul to the ones she loved
but only received
icicles in return.
she felt the weight in her heart
weigh her down
she felt the bait in her smile
ache to frown.
save me
her soul screamed
but i'm fine
her mouth deceived.
she let the cold push in her cheeks
she let the hot burn her fingertips.
and she loved herself
until she discovered
the true meaning of hate.
she praised herself
because no-one threw money
to her homeless soul.
she cried as she brought
the knife closer to her skin
i will not
defeat
the demons within.
~ purpose
YOU ARE READING
acheful
Poetry❝ the town was paper but the memories were not. ❞ an anthology of poems written during an inexplicable journey of friendship, hope and forgiveness called life.
