Broken
her thoughts are frayed
her friendships lost
shes prayed and prayed
but joy has a cost
she feels betrayed
by those she loves
the pain lingers on
like blood on white gloves
her reflection judges her
glares in her face
she now has discovered
hate's bitter taste
blood drips from her wounds
where the knife's blade has cut
she sees no escape
from this bottomless rut
her dreams to a point
they're no longer pretend
she picks her head up
and looks for THE END
Copyright © Sally Knox | Year Posted 2006
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