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by EmoEmi36

This is actually an original poem of mine. There's a pretty detailed story behind it, and the poem hints at the parts of the story as you read. If you have questions or like it, feel free to review or PM me.

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There is a girl here

She spends hours looking out windows

tracing swirls on her skin with a finger

Sometimes I think she's imagining freedom

mostly I imagine she's thinking nothing at all

Everyone here is broken

but while we still exchange false smiles

she hasn't said a word for months

If you try to speak to her

her eyes will slowly drift from the window to yours

and she will look as if she can see every one

of her sorrows in your eyes

We aren't allowed sharp things here

but if you look closely you might see

how sometimes her swirling finger

digs in just a little too deep

The night before I was finally supposed to leave here

I woke up to the sound of shuddering sobs, "What's wrong?"

I ask the dark trembling creature curled up on the bed

"It hurts," she whispered. "What hurts?"

Between gasps, her face contorted in pain, she forced out,

"Being alive."

(I stroked her wet face, wiping away the tears

I brushed back her damp hair, kissed her soft, red cheek

I paused to breathed in her air and kissed her salty lips

Finally, I took a pillow and held it down gently, then firmly

Her trembling hand reached up

and grabbed mine, her thumb stroked it slowly, affectionately

Until it stopped)