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I Used To Be Beautiful

I Used To Be Alone

In my room I would wait,

Demons hiding in the shadows of my mind.

Their fanged smiles frightening me into tears.

In a corner I would lie,

Desperate for a gentle approach.

I wanted someone.

I needed someone to listen.

Someone needed to fix me,

Without telling me I was broken.

But I was broken.

Years and years I waited,

Until someone heard.

They heard my screams,

My pleas for help.

He heard me.

He told me that I wasn’t worthless.

I was important.

He fixed my invisible wounds.

He nursed me to health.

He made me smile.

I used to be alone.

Until he came along.