Big Demons

I’m pounding on the glass until my fists bleed. I scream until my throat tastes like iron and I cry until the ground around me turns to an ocean of my pain. Nothing does what it’s supposed to. Every help only doubles the hurt.

No one reaches out to help. No one asks about the pain I try and show them. A black hole of emptiness opens in me and everything I loved is unceremoniously thrown in until all I am is what I am afraid of most. It’s quite a long list.

And all you see is a composed girl with nothing beyond school in her head. If only you knew how big my demons were.