Her Life

My past is a reoccurring nightmare. This cycle is never broken. My heart is filled with poison, So are your veins. Chains hang off of me as I try to break free. I have lost myself somewhere within the years. Age crept up slowly, and I started to see my life; It was not what I had expected. With every whisper of ‘I love you’, Another crack spread across my delicate soul. Hardened by the years of abuse; Nothing can hurt me now. Stripped from my innocence; My confidence shattered like broken glass. There is no escaping this. I feel alone and unloved. I was taken off guard, Your words were a promise of security; Hope amongst a sea of sorrow. You were just another lie. Depression doesn’t sum up my pain. Death would not heal it, For I have responsibilities; I have people who need me. I long for the day that this rotation ends. I can be loved for being myself. I will be taken care of. I will be yours.