a taste of truth.

water trickles and steam rises from behind the curtain

the young girl feels the warm water hit her shoulders and she breaths.

weights hang one by one on her frail chest

and pain beats in her broken heart

suds form; she tries to scrub the memories out of her mind

but they overcome her once again

the air suffocates her and she falls and hits the concrete tub

the water pounds her back and the steam swarms her small, weak body

salty tears flow onto her lips 

and there she sobs

praying to God that she will be spared

that in the coming days the world will be kind

and life will seem fair and right...

just for once

she stands slowly and the metal weights clink
 she lifts them one by one and hangs them back onto her chest where they belong

she's forgotten what carefree is and she prays to have her days back

she knows better though

she knows she is not home

and that the journey is long and the road is narrow

she breaths, but the air is too thick and it grabs at her throat and lungs

afraid of sinking down again,

afraid of having to use her strength to lift all those weights back to their spot, 

she leans her head against the cool tile

and breaths.
 the weights shift on her chest

and the tears stream down her rosy cheeks.

i normally only write these kind of posts in my journal but lately i am sick of people being fake and covering up, so here is a different styled writing of mine (it's a tad bit more serious).