My name is Kayla, and I am 16 years old. I live in a gorgeous town in the US. I'm lost and damaged, but I like to think there is a bit of hope. I have a darling love and that is art. I spent much of my time painting and i also love to read. I've been writ 2 followers / 167 words
You come and go, Leave me, cry, Scared or alone, Which is worse? When you hurt me, When you destroy me, Is that worse than the bitter cold, When I'm here alone, Suffering in my mind, Without you.
Laying cold, Something doesn't feel right, Fading slow, But mind taking flight, Deep aching pain, Taking me away, My limbs like steel, Losing all sight.
Lost and broken, Why did you choose me for your prey? You stole me, Controlled me, Did everything to mold me, And take myself away. You've left me cold, Is my heart even beating?
Bare bones of my back, Heartbeat scattered, Loud, growling pain, Twelve pairs in my rib cage, Poking from pale skin, Black and blue hipbones, Dying to stick out, Dying to be thin, Brittle little body, Last breath short.