Words and little girl
I am not sure what this is. But it is my first writing piece please feel free to comment on it.
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Words hit me.
Every time
I am the punching bag for words,
My sacrifices do not matter only words,
My love is forgotten, my sacrifice is forgotten, everyone.
They believe that I am the anchor pulling them deep down.
That little girl, her smiling face,
Her laughter, is what kept me going.
Where did that little girl go?
I am torn deep down, it is a dark place, there once used to be colours, each colour with fragrance and they all touched each other. She was there with me, smiling. There was not a single black. It was always light. When she left she took this world in her hands and left me here...
That little girl where did she go?
I lost the courage to speak, my tears spoke for me.
She comes back. It is not her, someone else.
She comes and her words hit me leaving me bruises that will never disappear, scars that show every past story of mine.
He comes in, rather than words, he punches me. The force throws me back and I fall off a never ending clift. Surrounded by words in pitch darkness. Telling me "You are useless."The words laugh.
This world has no love. No hope, I am hopeless.
Where did you go my little girl. Wasn't you who told me to keep smiling? Wasn't you who told me to where that mask, so that no one ever knows and my world would seem happier.
Why did you leave me?
My happiness. Is no more.
Instead I am left in this world where love and hope never exists.
I am falling
The bruises and cuts open deeper and deeper as I fall.
Is there no one? Little girl please come back to me.