When they come closer
She backs away
All the girls like the football player
She's scared away
"If he wanted to hurt me, how easily could it be done," she says
She wasn't made for this
There goes her confidence
Doesn't trust, who has hurt her?
They all assume she's abnormal
Why can't she be normal, just looking at life a different way?
But they analyze the signs anyway
And they say,
"This points to heartbreak
To abuse, to pain"
Sure, all of this is true
But it's not what you think
She has hurt herself
Driving herself crazy from the madness
A few touches, all it takes
For her to quake
Cause she's hurt herself
And now trust is a thing of the past
Were the few moments of satisfaction, if you can call it that,
Worth the lifelong torture?
Young mind's scarred
Eight was the age it started
All her pain, didn't even know it existed
Until know
But it was there
Hiding, Hiding, Hiding, behind a few
Smiles, Smiles, Smiles
She has hurt herself
Driving herself crazy from the madness
A few touches, all it takes
For her to quake
Cause she's hurt herself
And now trust is a thing of the past
It gets better
One day, it'll get better
Middle school, it got better
But then time comes
Someone's watching from his window
He takes photos and texts them on a group message
Look, she's not so innocent after all
So she cries, that very night
When the school hears of her plight
Tears coat her face
Like paint to a page
She fights it away
Goes back the next day
She dies
She has hurt herself
Driving herself crazy from the madness
A few touches, all it takes
For her to quake
Cause she's hurt herself
And now trust is a thing of the past
Were the few moments of satisfaction, if you can call it that
Worth the lifelong torture?
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Feeling Too Much
PoetrySongs and poetry I write when I'm at risk of feeling numb. I also read books, make origami, play Transformice, or eat. Here's my writing though.
