The girl with the red balloon

The girl with the red balloon

A Poem by Chloe Hodges

The girl with the white balloon,
Quiet and alone.
Kept to herself,
Never to pain those,
Those who hurt.
Those who stole.

She smiled through the day,
Never feeling the same.
As much as she cared,
People never tried.
Tried to understand.
Tried to accept.

Once one to shake off pain,
began to slice.
Slice away the hurt,
Slice away the angst.
Leaving only blood,
to wash away her innocence.

In the darkness lay a girl,
Blood shed. 
Feeling numb.
Emptiness is all that remains.
Now here is,
The girl with the red balloon.

Crimson stained she is left,
left to fight a battle.
Fight against her mind.
The anxiety.
The depression. 
The loneliness.
Once white as snow,
Now red as the blood she shed.

© 2015 Chloe Hodges

Author's Note

Chloe Hodges
Just a little something to describe my emotions the past few days. Relapsed again...

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Added on April 28, 2015
Last Updated on April 28, 2015


Chloe Hodges
Chloe Hodges

Clayton, NC

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