A lifetime of Torment

Long blonde-brown hair, A curtain whispering in the wind To what others may see, She’s picture perfect, Perfect. Reach out, Watch the curtain shift on her back, As she turns to see who’s there. See the beautiful sapphire eyes, Glistening with tears, Watch gravity snatch them, Watch them fall, Fall. Confused Angry Scared Torn Apart, She turns to see through the thickening darkness, The suffocating, heavy darkness, No one is there, just a whisper of a lover once loved. No one is there. She turns away, curling back up into a ball, Rocking, hugging her knees, Rocking. She’s back in the dark spot, With no surroundings, No light, No trust No confidence Just the empty room which was once filled with joy, love, but now; It’s empty, the place that one would call your heart. You never took the chance to know her, Eight years, and you still don’t know who she is. She is now just a robot, A broken machine with no feelings; cold and empty, Wanting answers of why she is still being punished, Struggling to find them, struggling to realize why her mind works the way it does. She is weak, Her breath dwindling, Struggling to find a reason to continue living. Struggling. Long ago, She knew the meaning of happiness, The sound of laughter, The taste of love, Before someone selfish decided to punish her, To take all she had, To make her life a living hell, To abuse and steal the one thing a girl can hold sacred; Her virginity. Now, she tries so hard every day to be normal, To put a smile on her face, To have confidence, To be a people pleaser. People pass her by, Not knowing of the heartache of watching the happy lives that everyone leads. The love and the relationships they share, Seeing in the mirror a lost soul, Not knowing where she belongs and if she’ll ever be found. “Will I ever get the chance to share love and have those relationships?” Remembering that she’s not good enough, the curtain shifts again, sweeping over her shoulders, hiding the beautiful face, hiding the sapphire eyes. Craving her best friend, A person who brings hope into her lifeless body, The hope that one day the smile won’t be fake. Craving to feel for once in her life, At home. This has been written about my best friend, a life she is struggling to lead, and she told me that I was the one who gave her hope, and without me, she is certain that she would no longer be here. I feel honoured to be her angel.