Lexbry

The story of Aya

Have you ever heard the story of the young girl? 

Who ventured into the hospital after a life-changing mistake

The girl who spends her days hiding the red lines on her arms and legs 

The young girl who proclaimed the perfect life 

Have you? 

I bet you haven’t

Nobody heard mine 

Not a single soul 

 

My name is Aya 

And it’s been 1,460 days since I’ve been alone 

It’s been 1,095 days since I’ve been hurt 

And it’s been 730 days since I’ve been broken 

 

And this is my story 

The one nobody cared to listen to, and nobody cared to write 

 

A story of a young girl with brown hair up in a bun 

With the only worry being next week’s math test 

A story of a young girl who seemed she’d forever be in her awkward phase 

of the early teenage years 

 

The story of a girl with an annoying brother 

And worrisome parents 

The story of a girl with a poodle named Cocoa 

And a cat named mushu

 

The story of a young girl with a great life 

But made one stupid, fast, misjudged decision 

That felt she had to prove to someone that she was grown up 

That she could handle the big stuff 

 

The story of a young girl who at just 12 

Became with child 

The story of a young girl who at just 12 

Was told to get married

 

The story of a young girl 

Who would become a single parent 

The story of a young girl 

Who at 12 became without a home 

 

The story of a young girl 

Who at the age of 13 experienced the loss of her child 

The story of a young girl who ended up alone 

Without her newborn child 

 

The story of a young girl 

Who spent her days looking for edible berries in the forest 

The girl who spent her nights 

Lurking in the shadows staring at the home she once had that vaguely smelled of strawberries 

 

The girl who at the age of 14 

Diagnosed herself with depression

The girl who at the age of 14 

Diagnosed herself with anxiety 

 

The girl who sheepishly tried to return home 

To only be scolded by her mother 

The girl who learned of the second loss in her family 

Her dear brother Evan

 

The girl who watched the funeral in a distance 

So that nobody could hear her wailing cries 

So, nobody could feel the pressuring guilt that radiated off her, as her soul broke 

When she found out her brother had taken his life when she never came back home 

 

The story of a girl who forced herself into foster care 

Going house to house 

The girl who marked red lines on her arms 

To try and cope with the pain 

 

The story of a girl who at the age of 16 

Ran away from her home 

The story of a girl who 

Just couldn’t cope anymore 

 

The story of a girl who 

Ran to the lake once the clock struck two 

And jumped in not bothering or wanting to come up 

And not hearing the deafening cries of a young detective

 

The story of a girl 

Who at the age of 16

Was wheeled into the hospital doors 

With injures beyond repair 

And a slim will to live 

 

The story of Aya 

A 12 year old girl 

Who made one decision

That caused years of suffering for many

Comments3

  • Robert Haigh

    An achingly tragic story, and a brave one to share. Writing helps us deal with trouble and distress, and they say time is a great healer. Keep on writing, and although time may never heal all of your wounds, it will, I'm sure, help you deal with them. I wish you well.

    • Lexbry

      Thank you for your kind words. This story is actually not mine though. It’s just something I wrote that’s fiction for me but, I know these poems may be truth for others.

    • Jerry Reynolds

      You are a child of the universe you have the right to be here. None of this is your fault, your support system failed you. Take a breath stay in the moment write the moment looking forward to reading it.

      • Lexbry

        Thank you for your kind words. This story is actually not mine though. It’s just something I wrote that’s fiction for me but, I know these poems may be truth for others.

        • Jerry Reynolds

          Thanks for letting me know. You had me going, was worried about you.

        • Goldfinch60

          Such an emotive write but you have come through those times and are here writing words. Words always help, the more you write the more freedom comes into yopur life and life will eventually be good.

          Andy



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