Feb 2019
By. Lauren
Stop and look into my eyes, give me a minute of time. Hang on in there don't let me stare. Two weeks ago you lost your voice. All that was left of you was the light in your eyes telling the world that you were not okay. They stared into your eyes like a midnight sky. You beard the truth no one could stand. Their world broke you in two. Their world made you into a catastrophe of missing sound. Your missing voice was the only scream for help that they could hear that night. His hands left scars in your mind deeper than a razor blade to skin. Your body spoke the truth. If only they had opened their eyes wide enough to see. He was there for you the world will say. If he was there for me then why do I bear these scars you will scream. Asking for a answer is like searching for clean water in Africa. It's nearly impossible! The world has their own truth, but it won't line up with your puzzle piece. After he rapped you, you where stuck searching for your voice. After he rapped her she was left searching for more details to the story to tell her friends. After he rapped the next girl. The police went hunting for a reason to shut her up. Your voice will never be the same. They say ignorance is bliss. If that's the case then why is the world searching for that river of sorrow you felt that night.
Stop and look into my eyes, give me a minute of time. Hang on in there don't let me stare. Two weeks ago you lost your voice. All that was left of you was the light in your eyes telling the world that you were not okay. They stared into your eyes like a midnight sky. You beard the truth no one could stand. Their world broke you in two. Their world made you into a catastrophe of missing sound. Your missing voice was the only scream for help that they could hear that night. His hands left scars in your mind deeper than a razor blade to skin. Your body spoke the truth. If only they had opened their eyes wide enough to see. He was there for you the world will say. If he was there for me then why do I bear these scars you will scream. Asking for a answer is like searching for clean water in Africa. It's nearly impossible! The world has their own truth, but it won't line up with your puzzle piece. After he rapped you, you where stuck searching for your voice. After he rapped her she was left searching for more details to the story to tell her friends. After he rapped the next girl. The police went hunting for a reason to shut her up. Your voice will never be the same. They say ignorance is bliss. If that's the case then why is the world searching for that river of sorrow you felt that night.
