when it broke

This time,
I cry for the 12-year-old girl who cried herself
to sleep for the first time.
I cry for the girl who cried in the locker room
on her first day of 7th grade because she
realized she had returned to a place where
she had no friends and nobody loved her.
I cry because that girl who was once so
passionate and felt real emotions
Had been conditioned to feel nothing
because it was more convenient.
She forgot what it really felt like to 
miss someone, to love someone, 
to be happy, to be sad, 
to care.
Everything was now left to muscle memory,
with no emotions available to share.

when it broke Stories by Noelle

You can find the written poem on my blog. — This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app — Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/storiesbynoelle/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/storiesbynoelle/support

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