Don'T Judge Me
Skinned knees, sad eyes,small smile
She's rotten inside.
Veins broken, shredded skin, bloodshot eyes and shattered bones.
Scraping noises ring out as her feet
Drip across the floor.
Silent wails escape her mouth
As she claws at the door.
Don't judge me.
Wandering pointlessly
Never stopping.
Round and around.
Scrape, scrape.
Don't judge me.
She's tired, she's broken but she can't stop.
She can't stop because she's dead.
Don't judge me.
She is caged inside.
Inside my soul.
She is broken and so am I.
She is dead and so am I.
She is gone and I will be soon.
Don't judge me.
Copyright © Olivia Struthers | Year Posted 2014
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