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"That girl" is no more


There she walks down the hall The scars run up and down her wrist Wishing to get away from it all She never imagined it’d end up like this The voices got louder, the threats became harsher They escalated so fast she saw nothing The blows to her person made her suffer The laughs were in her head ringing She got fed up of listening to her heart Wiping off the tears from her face, her hear became cold This was her new beginning, a brand new start She smiled after feeling centuries old That girl is no more She’s finally walked through that door
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Amberly_Love

I've been writing poetry ever since I could pick up a pencil. I'm not very good at verbally speaking, so writing down how I feel feels pretty darn great. I may only be 17 years old and from a small town in California, but I've got big dreams and one of them is becoming a published poet.

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