Before you
A sad girl with a long face
In a dark room full of tension
A rope in my hands
Of a lace
I tie it up so hard that I forget
Who carried my soul
The whole nine months
What a waste of life she’s given
Before you
There’s me
That kid who keeps quiet and sits in the corner
That small powerless girl with no voice
Inside her head there’s loud screams and more wailing
Her wounds won’t heal
At least she won’t have to feel
Anymore…
If she’s no more
Before you
A smile escapes my lips once a month
And sometimes doesn’t
Sadness and more tears run down my face
It is my face but doesn’t look like mine anymore
These eye bags and swollen eyes
As I take a look in the mirror
It is my body but it is just my soul left for me to die
Before you …there was me
Without sadness.