I look into your deep soulless brown eyes,
and think to myself
I think about how I continued giving you pieces of myself
Even though i was hollow & empty inside;
Empty inside because of you
I tried to help you because I saw you hurting,
but i had nothing left to give.....
I was a flower starting to grow
and instead of continuing to grow with me
You stripped me from my roots,
plucked my petals
Then threw me away because I was nothing more than a dead weed in your eyes
And every time you saw me grow back into a beautiful rose
you would come back to crush me down with fear,
and I would wither all over again
I tried to hold and listen to you
To better understand your soul
but every time i tried
Your demons would show
And when that happened
I would die a little more inside
About the Creator
Ali Marie
Just a woman with C-PTSD trying to get through life
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