Once felt the pain of suffering.
Once felt the pain of numbness.
Once felt the pain of nothing.
Once felt the pain of brokenness.

But all of those were just “once upon a time” stories,
That were once tragically true and real.
Filled with plenty of sorrows and apologies,
That one had to painfully live through and not reveal.

For the sake of not seeming and feeling weak,
She goes through her day acting as usual.
Asking for “help” is what she simply cannot speak.
So as time went on, she grew more fearful.

More fearful not only at her suffering, but what she had become.
She became more capable of unspeakable actions.
Realizing each dreading day, she had become more numb,
As her mind and soul filled with dark thoughts and tensions.

Her body and mind was a war zone.
Fighting with her own thoughts constantly.
Finding nothing that helped, she felt…alone.
She asked herself, “Will anyone even remember me?”

She felt the despair and pain that strained,
And her once stable self becoming inconsistent.
She tries to grasp on the little hope that remained,
But all hope that was left was almost non-existent.

She cried tears like acid rain.
That dripped down her sensitive, irritated skin.
Her tears cried of sorrows and pain.
Pain so indescribable that only one can feel from within.

But all of what she went through was just her past.
She learned the purpose and meaning of her life once more,
And found the strength in herself for it to hopefully last.
She found the happiness finally blooming from within her core.

She smiled real smiles more often,
And her mind and soul finally had awoken
The raging pain inside of her had finally soften,
And she began to feel less broken.

She once felt the pain of suffering.
She once felt the pain of numbness.
She once felt the pain of nothing.
She once felt the pain of brokenness.