There is this little girl inside,
that I try so hard to hide.
Sometimes she is screaming
and falling apart
she longs to be heard,
but I've negclected her from the start
My entire body is decorated
from every self inflicted scar.
My self hatred and shame have left a stain
from the resurfacing memories driving me insane!
For nights on end I'd lie wide awake.
Afraid in my own bed, sobbing noises I try not to make
and on a daily basis acting like a fake
Flashbacks torture me every singly day,
dissociative states take my mind away.
Losing chunks of time and not being me,
As my mind defends itself from the memory
I must have been a slutty little girl, and full of sin
as excuses to why it happened continually begin
I deserve what I got
I'm untouchable, unlovable, and a disgrace
I'm a walking disaster
Dying inside and hiding my face
Stupid little girl!
always getting in my way
stupid reminder
of I wish I could push away!
I'm damaged for life
Can everyone see?
I'm so sick and not functioning,
hardly acting as me!
I feel so haunted
locked inside my mind.
Stupid childhood memory,
I can't leave behind!
~Madison~
A contest entry
- Options; lots of by Girl With Guitar.
600 points, ended July 18, 64 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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Comments
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NOOOOOO
You've not included the contest option. So sad.
Because all the way through this, I was selecting parts to copy and paste, and say how much I relate, but then in the end, I would have had to copy the entire piece. I know what you're talking about and the way that you word it is fantastic. The title itself and the idea of that is brilliant, you just try to move on and the little bitch inside won't let you, she wants help, you know? Sorry if I'm over stepping the boundary, but I'm just saying that you've written a piece that draws so much emotion and gives so much to think about.
Thank you for the entry... and despite you not including the option, I'm still adding you to the finalists list.
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