truma
256 Words
Among the cluttered archives of my pondering
Lies the girl i used to be
My eyes a light
Radiant as the sun
But my finger grows dim
With every breath that's drawn.
The minds questions
Lie eternally quiet
My hearts inner strength quietly acquired
The instant cruelty
Claims my will as its price
Embedding its hatred into my deepest confines.
Riddled with conflict, despair, and my host.
My identity peals
My former self is now like a ghost.
As i cling to the memories
of what innocence i once had
A searing pain streams through me as i morn
This girl as pure as rain is now all gone
I resolved myself assurance, will, and life all won
Won by cruelty too often given, and slow to receive.
Teased and criticized, abused by words stolen
Jugement weighs on my frame,
The weight of the world,
I am to blame..
They love me on
In Spite of my internal demise.
Rendered on by those i loved so deeply
With once my bright eye
My eyes now reflect on this tattered soul
Damaged and beaten by life itself
The irony is uncanny
The toll it has taken is so real
The shell keeps going
A outsider she is now
The opposite of a corpse
She is the living dead
Why her heart continues beating
Or why blood flows through her veins
Why she even draws breath
Or why she even has a name
Is it a questioning plea
For someone to reclaim
The girl I used to be?
- Writer
