- Do you remember being small?
Everything had that little spark in it.
It wasn't Joy, no
It wasn't the innocent bliss either
The feeling of completeness
The feeling of an gentle fire
There was a little flicker in my soul
The little flame that I couldn't protect
The spark the was extinguished oh so long ago
The heart that was beaten out of my chest
My mind broken to no repair
My body worn.
Nothing but a empty jar
The ability to feel anything
Anything other than the thick, gooey, filthy emptiness
How does emptiness feel like so much
So much nothing
How is so much for such little recognition?
- This book (even if you can call it that) is a way for me to acknowledge the spirits of my past, the wrongdoings that no one is gonna apologize for, abuse that I endure from others & how I am my biggest abuser. Though kinda selfish, this is also for others to hopefully relate + support each others. My writing style is a bit abstract 🥲, so I usually use songs, images, art and quotes to go along with each chapter to help make it a bit easier to grasp. Besides that I wish everyone blessings + good luck.
YOU ARE READING
P.U.N.K Girl ♡
RandomSometimes we don't get a chance to be understood. Sometimes all we get is silence. But every story should be told.... So I'll start with mine
