To: Romanticized sad girls From: A romanticized sad girl

You put me in your words

and paint me like a child.

Silently suffering alone,

talking to the stars

wondering what I did wrong.

How hard it must be for you to write,

when the only thing that comes to mind

is the image of a gloomy girl,

covered by the clouds,

stained with her own blood,

as her soul cries out beneath her.

But,

what you don’t know is the quality of my strength.

The things I’ve been through

and the complicated circumstances that surround them.

I am guided by the stories my grandparents told me

and the secrets my family keeps close.

I am not here to be monetized.

My pain is not here to be sold.

k.m

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