Bound, strangled
Twisted, Tortured
Dazed, Confused
17 and Facing her own WAR
She once walked tall higher than one could stand, placing her dreams in front of her
Her head held high with pride and success, she new perfection was not years away
Young and restless she saw the future, plain and clear and rightfully so, then sadly
She began to see differences in people things that didn't make since
Girls becoming fighters, and strugglers, amongst the high end world
Feeling strange and blasted with an unexpected reality
Yelling, screaming, memories were starting a future with out asking
Stumbling, falling
Reality, unwanted
The halls seemed to get longer, pressure building up
Sweating, she is not old enough for hot flashes, what's wrong, her world
Down on her knees she sat, a mistake was made, dreams scattered on a broken reflection
Wetness form on her cheeks
Bound, strangled
Twisted, Tortured
Dazed, Confused
Back on her feet, her walk slower and her head low
Disgusted, wronged, was now placed in front of her
The war had only begun and for that she knew but was not hardly ready to face
Plastered, amongst people that were not like her, not her type, SCARED
Now only lay years of pain and heartache
A STRONG little girl Emerged
3 years of pain, Undressed by eyes of lust and hate
Love came and went and left her paralyzed beneath tears
Hearing words come and leaving her
Only whispers remain
Saddened, Pale
Broken, Disoriented
A pain felt by her, pain not seen or unleashed, STRANDED
Her feet standing, placing her in the middle of the road, only wind being her comfort
She realizes now that her hopes were only dreams and dreams don't come true
So young and still pushing through the empty boxes, of an unwanted future
This girl, lonely and lost can only stand so much
Strong and stubborn to let it all in, she just only wants to be normal again
UNLOVED, LEFT
ALONE, LIES
Spinning, she realizes there was not a entrance to this and no exit, stuck she remains
Her body just walks through halls, the walking dead she calls herself
Alive but not there, not to anyone who sees the realness of the words that are spoken
He knew her feelings, the people knew her family, it didn't stop, harsh blows reappeared
This is her life, a gorgeous soul trapped, amongst the sorrows
An Unlived life, in a box that is burned shut, by sin replayed in minds of sickness
Once compassionate, and full of pride, now destroyed, left to wither away
17 only 17 she sits facing a fight that cant be defeated,
Something beyond the people of the world, she stands against a horrendous WAR
Her life one that can't be victorious, just lost, Bound, strangled it leaves her
UNHAPPY and only tears to communicate with, she has become Forgotten, yet she still remains strong and her only words spoken, pierce through her quivering lips
I am 17 and Facing my own WAR
BUT IAM OK
I PROMISE
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