letters to no one ➳ [poetry]

➳ desolate

she was lost
and she didn't know what she felt
anymore, she was happy
one minute and sad the next.

she would never tell
anyone how she felt, she kept
everything to herself because she
didn't want to trouble others.

she stopped looking
at the mirror because their words
"ugly" and "fat" among others would
ring in her ears.

she had lost so much
and gained so little. she felt
that she wasn't enough for the others
as well for herself.

she would laugh
and she would smile but
deep down she knew those laughter
were empty and those smiles
were a lie.

she started tainting
her wrists with lines of crimson red,
hoping that it would relieve
her of her mental pain.

she wanted to escape
their vicious remarks and their
constant attacks, she wanted all the
pain to be gone.

she deserved to live
just as much as you and i do,
but the hate and cruelty around her
suffocated her to death.