the silence was deafening
it was 2:55 am and all i could hear
was the wind
yelling at me to move
do something
yell
for help
it howled at me to stop standing and staring
but what was the point
i was just a scared little girl
who didn't know what to do with her life
and at that point
as clueless as i was
i knew i wouldn't get out of there alive
so here i am now
looking back to when it first happened
please don't
i whispered
my insides where burning
and all i could do was
whisper
i wanted to throw up
he wanted me to be quiet
so i was
and it got me no where
instead that scared little girl died
shushing her way through life
she never experienced being loud
now
still quiet
she lost the voice she had but never used
at 3:27 am
bleeding out
all because he wanted her to be a mouse.
-m
ESTÁS LEYENDO
mel·an·cho·li·a
Poesía/ˌmelənˈkōlēə,ˌmelənˈkälēə/ noun deep sadness or gloom; melancholy. "rain slithered down the windows, encouraging a creeping melancholia" a collection of stories, quotes and poems TRIGGER WARNING: MENTION OF DIFFERENT DISORDERS AND ISSUE...
