Unspoken Truth Poem by Georgia Hindmarch

it is not often i speak aloud
about this black hole that lives in me
like a great slug swirling my stomach
it makes some days unbearable
as if a lead weight is crashing on my head
i've lived with it for such a long time
i cannot remember the bliss i had without it
it has lay dormant for quite some time
but now i'll admit i'm afraid to face
the danger and sadness it brings upon return
sucking the life from my insides and my soul
until i am nothing by an empty shell
a hollow memory of a bright girl
who loved to write her poems down on paper
and listen to Amy Winehouse on repeat
a girl who tried to do her best
but was never good enough in the eyes of
her friends, her love, her parents
she plastered on a vibrant smile
to stop people from looking under her pale skin
and finding nothing but rotting flesh within.