Case Study
Broken,
shredded.
Too often bedded
by guys she simply despised.
Hurting,
masking.
Constantly asking
when she can drop the disguise.
Weightless,
drifting.
Fog never lifting,
obscuring clear line of sight.
Muddled,
hazy.
Not far from crazy,
infrequent glimpses of light.
Trapped,
smothered.
Yet just another
day she has yet to survive.
Tongue-tied,
silent.
Mind turning violent.
Is it worth staying alive?
Bad thoughts,
voices.
The absence of choices
with no one to understand.
Breakthrough,
talking.
Easier walking
when someone’s holding your hand.
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