She was never afraid of anyone,
Or anything.
As a child,
She never hated the dark,
She even laughed at the
Other kids with night lights.
So fearless,
So independent.
But even through all this independence,
All she ever wanted was to be normal.
To feel what others felt,
All the fear,
All the emotions,
All the everything.
She just wanted normal.
Her father cheated,
Did she hate him for that?
Mother walked in,
He never meant for all of this to happen.
They moved.
New house,
New life,
New school to just fuck up at.
Cigarette in her hands,
She was pushed down the pavement,
They all circled around her.
Three girls kicked,
Punched,
And Beat at her.
This poor, poor child,
So young,
Misunderstood.
Being beat because she was numb to their harsh words.
Adrenaline pumping through her veins,
She took the butt of the cigarette,
The cherry putting a hole into one of the girl's hands.
She laughed,
Blood trickleing down her face.
She ran.
Her blackeye swelling up,
The pain was nothing.
Yet she sobbed?
Rushing up the stairs.
She opened the drawer where she hid it all.
Her sleeve of her striped sweater was pulled,
Tears falling from her tired,
Swollen eyes.
Deep scars,
She always went deep,
It helped her numbness?
Razor in hand,
Heart completely frozen...
She pressed it against her arm,
A fresh new wound,
Like the ones on her face.
She didn't hiss at the pain as she cleaned her wounds.
She never will feel normal,
No matter how hard she tries.
A new soon to be scar with her name written in the now scabbed blood,
This didn't help the pain she felt.
She just wanted to feel something different,
And nothing ever will drown that all away.
This little Violet flower,
Petals slowly falling.
She just wanted to feel scared of herself,
But she knew she was too fearless,
Even with her Violet tears running down her face.
-The Broken Poet </3
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