After so many years, she dares to speak,
Yet her mouth can't form a sound.
She tries to scream for help,
But no one is around.
Oh it has been like this for so long;
Surely she can survive just another day?
Just hush your voice and cover the bruises
Or you will certainly pay.
A silent threat is written in his eyes-
So full of anger and rage.
Yet she must wear a mask to hide the fear,
Feeling trapped, as if behind the steel bars of a cage.
And now, there are more consequences to come,
For he knows she broke his only rule-
Destroyed the silence that was his protection.
Who would have thought this game could be so cruel?
Perhaps she should ha
Who am I? I don't know. A writer, I suppose. I write. I leave behind a trail of words because
Babe? I'm going to die. You will, too. That's part of life, you know.
Dying.
We're all dying. Second by second, breath by breath, word by unspoken word. We're dying. It's my dream that I'll die
Before I can lose myself. Society covers me like a second skin. It turns my pain into beauty.
Thin is bones poking through skin is beauty. Innocent is hopeless despair is beauty. Shy is overwhelming terror is beauty. The underlying message is that you will fix her. The underlying message is that
She is broken. And that's lovely.
How do you hold a broke