My Thoughts Turned Into Poetry

Entry #16

Will someone accept her vulnerable side?
The one that stays too long in the darkness because she could not find the light;
The one that cries herself to sleep because the agonies she felt from the past, still haunts her every night;
The one that is not smiling, nor having the courage to do so, because she got tired pretending she's fine when all she could ever wish for is to end her life.
Will someone accept her vulnerable side?
The messed up side?
The fucked up side?
Will someone accept her vulnerable side?

——will you?