Dying To Live
She holds her hands close to her heart.
She feels the pain as her mere existence causes this.
It is a pain very acknowledgeable to her
As each spiteful word echoes through her ears, a thrust of emotion erupts from within.
Crawling into the corner postitioning her body in the fetal position, always brings about her the comfort she demands.
Hoping for ecceptance is all she's ever know.
Begging for love with every minute of her being.
Praying to God, her creator.
Wondering why she was created with such flaws...
After all, God has stated to have produced every being with love.
Although, he emotions are distinctly not love.
She is perpetually in a state of conspicuous mental confusion.
Trying to find her meaning within.
Trying to unbrace the knots within her heart.
Everything seems to be pessimistic...
Her eyes have now become dense.
Her body is frail.
That once beautiful face, that was displayed with complete confidence, is now pale in color exhibiting sorrow.
Images of disturbing flash backs continue to curse her mind.
Through all, still trying to hold on.
Still trying to breath.
Still trying to live.
Copyright © Marisa Carlucci | Year Posted 2005
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