Drained of thought and strength
She closed her eyes,
And waited for them to fill up,
As they often did, these days.
A steel hard resolve turned brittle
Until she was flailing about the grounds ,
She once paraded in,
Each step unsure, lest she breaks the thin ice
Over the murky depths of her own thoughts.
If words could kill, she knew which ones did,
They played over and over in her head.
Words cut deeper than swords
And her wounds hadn’t been allowed to heal.
She made sure of that.
The hurt was supposed to make her stronger
It always did
But this time, she decided to break,
Pain becomes addictive.
And slowly you turn numb,
Apathy is no longer a facade.
Losing yourself isn’t the worst thing that could happen.