She was a figment of my imagination at first, just an unreal friend that I went to when my voice was drown out by the crowds, I'd find comfort in her sweet vibe.
Until, she became real, she was no longer made of air and blank stares, I found her. A real angel of some sort, sent to me with big curious eyes and some of the prettiest words I've ever heard. She believed in astronomy, and held a whole universe in her forgiving heart.
She made me feel a special mixture, like life wasn't a mix of black and white anymore, she was lively; bringing splashes of color with her wherever she went, filling in outlines of empty heart.
I didn't much believe in miracles until she appeared, I felt saved, like every mistake I've made has led me to finding serenity in the way I feel for her.
For once, I wasn't speaking to my stupid walls.
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Emotional Torture.
PoesíaCollection of poems and pieces written about daily struggles and tackling big world problems from the eyes of a teenager. Warning: Some chapters might be triggering. Triggers include: Suicide Eating disorder Self harm
