First draft

She was never afraid
Never scared of the judgement of man
Until reality crashed upon her.
And she holds her heart in her hands, but not offered.
The salty tears dripping onto the wounds that decorated her body
The world threw you from innocence.
But she didn't break from the fall.
But the world saw her sorrow
Saw her shame and her self-blame
And the wilted flower she became
Her soul wept with all its worth.
She never saw how brave she was
When she stood.
And when she loved
Because she knew giving was useless when it would only end in tears.
But she gave.
She ignored the terror that tried to consume her very being.
A smile crossed her face
Don't tell me she doesn't deserve happiness.
She is the most worthy, even if she doesn't believe it.
And even is she feels lifeless
She blooms, so the world won't worry

I dislike love, and it scares me all too much.

I won't be defined by what a guy makes me feel.

Lethargy

The blood drips down from my fingertips
And I hurl at your "I love you's"

I am just another face in the rush of a crowd.

Surviving

 I've been thinking of the word "survivor" recently. When it comes to surviving a traumatic experience, I don't think that means just the actual occurrence, but the boatload of things that come after.
I am probably confusing you, but think of it like this. A survivor of rape, it's not only the rape s/he survived, its also the depression, the fear, paranoia, the rejection afterwards.
Being a survivor means so much more, it means you've gone through so much, despite the dice not being rolled in your favor.
That's what survivor means to me.

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Making one person smile can change the world. Maybe not the whole world, but their world.