swollen black eyes
messy black hair
Not the kind you'd think is pretty
but over time she learned not to care
she hides in the morning
but blooms at night
habitually insecure and hurt
inside of her the demons fight
trapped, is what she is
surreptitious, because of the imperfections
a small bean with lots to carry
but helpless, if someone would give her corrections
prefers the silence
hates the sun
in serenity and placidity she lives
wonders how people live their lives on the run
in her safe haven very alone
The crying and hurting all in discreet
sometimes things get too far
and she does awful things on repeat
but there's no one to stop her
and she's out of choices
words of comfort she always sought
but solace would come in scary voices
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PoetryI wanna scream these words so loud I wanna wake up the dead can't even bear the beautiful sounds of birds because I want to be left alone, to lay in my bed you don't want to be near me I'm bad, an absolute magnitude you'll just end up being hurt and...
