Her Untold Story

Her words are silenced Her face has been earsed Distance is something that empowered her She dears to be heard, seen, held close But she has been zipped in unseen blackness That they dont care to help Just sit and laugh Laugh at how she pins her hair short Wraps her body in dull colors That they cant seem to adore She trys to yell out and be heard to show the real her But they just put her on mute And begins to ignore She sees the hurt in their laughter and understand the beauty in hers But they don't seem to understand in written picthers that she has They break her soul with sharp knives That later wont be patched Her belly is unsteeched with dull needles That screams for sudden help But is typed to Presdent Nobody That writes return to sender unwanted help is not given Her pain cries for ungiven happiness That is sold to the only person she believes that listens but wishes it isn't the person that lies bentheh us That we dear not to share our souls to Her voice, soul, innocence, are taken by a darken devil And she allows it because of them