Hidden in the Dark
She drifts through the crowd.
Shuffling quietly, her head bowed.
Hair covering her face.
As she walks through the chaotic space.
She get bumped
and pushed
Smashed
and Words get are lashes
against
her
skin.
It's Starting again
She's wants to raise her head.
But the world shoves her lower.
She pushes them away.
Her friends.
She barries herself
In her overly large hoodies.
she slices her hands in the darkness of the night,
And as the blood drips down her hands.
She releases the pent up
Screams
and
Tears
and
Pain
that will never truly go away.
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