“This was me before I knew about anything hard, when my whole life was packed lunches and art projects and spelling quizzes.”
― Nina LaCour, Hold Still
Rage screams out in silenced moments
Beating in her shattered heart
Muted words tell of her truths
Ripped her childhood years apart
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Pain seared through her fragile figure
Like a sword sliced through her gut
Agony cut trenches in
To stop the screams with lips sewn shut
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Innocence is lost in moments
Sins shut from the outside world
There she sits with guilty bruises
In a corner, tightly curled
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She trembled as the torment came
Spoke whispers to her sacred soul
Crying out in stolen voices
Filled the gaping, bleeding hole
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Keeping secrets nearly killed her
Suffocates her choking voice
Trapped and twisted honest truths
Ignoring pain, she had no choice.
Essentially Ellie 