The Shell of A Girl *sensitive topics*

                 *THIS POST CONTAINS MENTION OF DOMESTIC VIOLENCE, RAPE AND SUICIDE*

 

*PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION*

She's the shell of a person I used to know, the shell of a girl who used to carry sunshine in her laughter and constellations in her hair. The shell of a girl who was the epitome of beauty. 

She is the shell of a girl who was once loved by many people. The shell of a girl who was lost and broken, and I miss her. 

 She was a bright starry-eyed girl that anyone would've crossed oceans for now most people won't even cross the street for her. 

 She was the girl that had everyone fighting for just a second of her attention now most people don't even hear her when she's screaming. 

 She was the girl that everyone adored, now they won't find the time of day 

for her.  

She was once a little girl, pure and innocent. 

Now she's a victim of domestic violence and rape. 

People don't even dare look at or speak to her. 

 She was the definition of loyalty, now they've labeled her SLUT because to many people have made her feel ugly and worthless. 

 She would do anything for just a single person to hear her pleas and actually listen to her calls for help. 

Someday, they will hear her voice again: loud and melodic, but that day is not today. 

Today she is the girl who has a line out the door at her wake; a line that floods the streets where they so shamelessly ignored her desperate calls for help. 

 There are whispers throughout the town about the girl who was gone before she ever lived, whispers that say if she had just asked for help. 

These are the lies that corrode those brick walls, the reason that so many buildings are riven and desolate because she was screaming for help whilst everyone turned a blind eye and deaf ear to her because SOCIETY labeled her a SLUT. 

It was not till after she was gone that everyone realized she was still the epitome of beauty and they'd all made a grave mistake in leaving her at the moment she needed them most. 

Everyone is gone, the sound of the door slamming shut resounds through the silent house; a house that was once a home, but is now only a place whose walls bleed whiskey and scream soul-tearing things into the silence. 

  This house used to be a haven for the broken-hearted and lost souls, now it's simply a house that killed the most exquisite human being. 

  The bathtub was once a beautiful porcelain, now it's forever stained with the blood from a beautiful soul, the paint peels from the walls because they've absorbed to many tears; the mirror fogs over from the hot breath that screamed into it every night. 

  The sink is full of sunshine and littered with fairy dust from an intelligent girl who was taken advantage of one to many times.  

Her sister is the one who found her drowning in the bloody water while SLUT was written beautifully in that deep plumb color that was once her favorite lipstick. 

  This girl who embodied compassion and intensity so gracefully was carved up by her own hand and couldn't even find the right words to say goodbye so she never did; now so many people are sobbing and screaming, wondering why this ray of sunshine and very definition of beauty ended her life on such a gruesome note.

*PLEASE IF YOU OR ANYONE YOU KNOW IS SUFFERING IN AN ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIP SEEK HELP BECAUSE YOU ARE FAR TO PRECIOUS AND BELOVED TO SUFFER*
There are numbers you can call, each country has their own and if you are not able to get the numbers needed please call the proper authorities!! I swear they will be of as much help as they're capable of!!