I brush my hand over my
exposed, scarred flesh
over the tormented bumps
and reddish blue bruises

I was once so open
so free to spread my wings
be myself
and to flee to places that were forbidden

But it all ended
in despair
with my heart composed
and my body sold

I was so submerged
with my surroundings once
I was so devoted to my friends
that I got carried away and got hurt

I became fragile
and frail
to an extent where I'd say that
I am now vulnerable

I trusted so blindly
I cared so thoughtlessly
that I forgot how it'd feel to suffer
to bleed and die from the inside

Now all I'm left with is
pain and poignant memories of yesterday
bits by bits I join them together
yet I am lonely

I was once so happy
once so juvenile
it all was taken away
because I trusted the unexpected, what can I say?