The Unseen

She looks fine from the outside

But on the inside shes crying

Crying out for a voice that will voice her opinion letting her know she has a choice and that noise in her head will no longer control her cause theres a future ahead

But she doesn't think theres a future

Her future is madded out for her and its torture. Cause if she cat even control her future then why even have a future. She doesn't want a future full of couture or torture.

She wants a home that she can go to when things go wrong and get advice when she cant use her own cause right now her home is where things go wrong and where she running from instead of to. Her home is her wrong and she has to do it alone. She has to come home pretending nothings wrong when she just got in a fight 2 hours ago.

Pretending nothings wrong when theres scars on her thighs, mascara down her eyes, telling herself lies just to get by, and at the end of the night she wants to be a star in the sky, putting her heart to the knife wanting to end life and all the lies.

But she stops

Puts the knife on the shelf, and listens to herself. Pencil and paper in hand she writes what she can.

And yes, I may be talking about myself, but its the easiest way to get these words out.