These paper towns are so loud with all of these lost souls that are wandering around feel proud of they achievement and making other people’s lives an upheaval
These people stare but do not question?

Why the air they are breathing in, is intoxicating their mind and souls

Their paper hearts hold so many scars
Yet they have the support and care to repair them
Stitching them back together one artery at a time
I question why they choose to walk on by and shred my heart into millions of pieces so they can remold their versions of events and keep my words unsaid

I hope I could mend these broken parts and learn to find love in my heart
All I have ever wanted is to be loved
Not punished,
Not bullied and not damaged beyond ruins

One day, the truth will return because for years it has been preserved
Waiting to be heard
Waiting to listen too
It cannot undo the events from the past but it is a start to mending my broken heart
I know that it is not that far away
I just have to pray for less stormy days and make it through the rain
even if I have to dance in the rain to wash away the pain
I will…

If it brings me back to here and now
Dodging the echoes and loud sound
Maybe one day, I can feel proud and feel safe and sound.

© Rosie Burnham

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About Rosie Burnham

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