Slowly
Killing herself slowly, as loudly as possible,
so that everyone hears her pain.
How bad can it get, this wound that she’s felt,
as she digs in the despair, ripping deeper in the vein.
Tears to the skin, scars to the flesh,
trauma to her mind but she expects nothing less.
Selling her soul, just to numb her pain,
a temporary fix to her temporary shame.
Copyright © Clara Bereuter | Year Posted 2015
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