She can still feel the pain,
And then once again
As if it never happened.
But it returns soon enough,
And though she is tough,
Her heart remains
Broken and blackened.
Afraid of the day,
He comes back her way
Where no one can find her.
Deep inside her own shell,
She’s living in hell,
And he’ll not be afraid
To remind her.
For once, they had loved,
Til he pushed and he shoved,
She could no longer
Keep it secluded.
The scars she now bore,
Her own personal war,
A soul stripped of life
Body aches and trembles, showing no concern
Everyday things, becoming cumbersome
By the end of the day, I’m nothing but numb
Pushing the limits, with no end in sight
Why is it, I never do, what it is that’s right?
Years of abuse, to myself, I have endured
Time and time again, my life, I have poured
Into an empty shell, trying to regain strength
Knowing in my heart, I would go to any length
To make myself better, than I was, yesterday
Trying to find the path, yet, still I go astray
Refusing to be defeated, by this human shell
Embattled, with the agony, of which, I never tell
Only I can resurrect the soul so deep inside
Else I’ll shrivel up, like a flower that has died
No, I’m not ready, not quite yet, to simply wilt away
I’ll be back tomorrow, just to fight another day!
But I easily burn out, exhausted, unsightly
My body dares me, to move about, quickly
Until the nerves become angered and prickly
Deciding I should, at last, just park it
Before something else, happens to spark it
Into a raging inferno, of liquid molten rock
When I look in the mirror, I see total shock
On a face I don’t recognize, how could it be
That the face in the mirror, used to be me
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