P.O.V ranges from girl's to narrator's in every poem.
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Music.
Its rhythm ran through her blood
Fuelling her endless numbness
With short-lived comfort.
Comfort no one could provide her.
She embraced the strangers' voices
Just as she would embrace family.
The screams ripped through the closed doors
But there was finally one thing she found
That could block out everything.
The screams.
The thoughts.
The pain.
It was no more.
Just a strangers' melody
Droning on endlessly.
They mulled her to sleep
Just as fast as they could wake her up from her nightmares.
Music
Became her home.
~Mal
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Love Yourself, Speak Yourself | A Poetry Compilation✔️
PoetryWho knew all she needed was a broken friendship to realise she needed to love herself. This series of story-based poetry focuses on the life of a girl who is slowly learning about self love. *Completed on 8/5/2020*
