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
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