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Mixed Silence

Broken dolls on the floor
Tears still soak the floor
Scratches left on the walls
She tried so hard to escape that prison

She was to never make a sound
She was backed against the wall
The creature dropping saliva on her neck

She had no where safe to go
Her tears mixed with her blood
She curled into a ball
The bugs crawling all over her
No one heard her cries
No shining armors penetrated the darkness
No one was there to protect her

She felt the chills
The pain struck her
All denied the truth
All spoke for her

No one would believe her
Or maybe she didn’t go to the right people
Maybe her pleas fell on deaf ears only because they didn’t love her to begin with

She shakes her head
She can’t sink back into the bottom
She lives for the light
She strives to stay in it

When the darkness comes
Unlike other kids
She has no security blanket
No way to stand against it
The four walls starts shrinking
Her hand blindly reaches for the door
There’s no cure for years of torture
No way out

When the clouds come or the sun shines
She stands, breathes in the freedom
Slowly she’s getting better
Slowly she’s finding the doors are no longer locked
She no longer has to hide under the bed
She’s letting go
Fighting her to the light


"My personality is basically a mix between a needy 5 year old, a rebellious teenager making bad life choices and a 80 year old woman whose tired and needs a nap." - Luna @bpdNymph I love so hard because I know how it feels to be loved so little Labels : : Gamer, Yarn Artist, DM, Hopeful Romantic

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