A doll, with a painted smiled and cheerful eyes.
She wants to be heard, to scream and let that smile fall. But she can’t. She wasn’t made to do that.
The people around her wouldn’t be pleased. Her image of perfection cannot fall.
So much hidden, deep within and she keeps it close to her heart.
Silent cries and pleads to be free. From her inner demons, but no one’s willing to help.
To save this girl; save her from herself.
They expect her to buck up and deal with it, “that’s life”.
It’s always the same.
The feelings of being lost, worthless; having no purpose in whatever life I’m trying to create. Trying to feel alive again. Begging to feel happy even just content. Why must everything feel so cold and dark? When did my view become like this?
My skin holds my confusion, pain and frustration. Every notch on it reminds me of the lost soul I am. Yet it makes me feel like I can be found. Is that even possible? So many question but they cannot be answered.
I need a release, to feel like I am here; that I have emotions. My smiles never hold true, […]
There lays a girl
in a large room, painted in white
yet the walls are darkened from the lack of light
one small window can only let in so much daylight.
Situated in the middle, eyes glued to the ceiling
wondering when the outside world will come to a halt
when the noise was disappear from her ears
yet it all still surrounds her.
Tears stream slowly, yet are not visible
screams would be heard
if only her voice wasn’t lost
for she is too afraid to be open to this world.
Day is coming to an end
yet it feels like no time has gone by
everything has always been that way
dull and the same.
How to escape
to feel alive
to […]