[Jess~]

there’s a girl
in the window
of a big square room.

daydreaming
silently scheming
the thought of reaching her doom.

nobody knows it
nobody hears her
silent screaming cries of a terrible plea.

nobody cares to
open their hearts
and see the tears that the eyes can’t see.


there’s a girl
in the corner
of a dark shadowed hall.

wondering
silently pondering
if she’ll ever live again at all.

people have seen
her laughing at ease
and think that she’s doing just great.

but she sees the mirror
she hears the screams
she feels her reflection’s painful hate.


there’s a girl
in the middle
of a cardboard box.

wishing
that someone
would ask why she never talks.

maybe they would
but they don’t know how
to love someone who doesn’t love herself.

maybe she could
if they didn’t tell her
she’s just another unread book on the shelf.


there’s a girl
hiding herself
in the jail cell of her soul.

how many times
will she feel
so numbly alone and cold.

i wish i
could let her know
she’s beautiful in her flaws.

but she’s so deeply
locked up behind
the broken home she calls her walls.

* * *

(these walls have no door,
nor a simple, locked gate.
even if i had the key,
i’m afraid it’s too late.)




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this was actually written about my best friend.
she's distanced herself from all our old friends and even me to the point where we truly feel we don't even know her anymore.
they've all given up on her at this point, but i love her too much to do that.

she has made my life worth living and saved me a COUNTLESS number of times. i just can't let her go.


but she's so closed off to everyone that there's no way i can possibly help her with whatever she's going through.
i don't even know if she cares about me anymore.