Ball Point

Dear Myself,

I knew a girl, at a point in time

She was courageous and full of life

Over time

I could see her light slowly burning out

and soon there was nothing to see

but the deep darkness that surrounded her

When I asked her how she would describe her life

She told me that all she saw was

Black and white

That true color does not exist in her reality

Because everything she looked at,

Had her feeling like a blank page

Her family always told her to enjoy her teenage years

While she still had them

They told her that one day she will grow up and

Make memories of her own

That will stick with her forever

Little did they know that by the age of 12

She had battle wounds across her thighs from all

the wars that she fought against herself

and lost

By the age of 13

She was drowning in the pool of shame of who she was

And who she pretended to be

She distracts herself with books and poetry

But all she reads

Are pretty words that remind her of the

Ones who left her broken and shattered

To begin with

She looks into the eyes of people who

Swore that they loved her

But she let them through her fingers

She said

She was not worthy of moving the bones

In their hands to hold on too

I'm only wondering if you realize

that you took everything away from yourself

Would have given you the world

Love always, 

Yourself