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.
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