She withers away,
from day to day.
Her mind is tormented,
from all that they say.
Still she holds herself in grace.
Another forgotten face.
She longs for stability in her life.
under her pillow is a knife.
Shattered are her only dreams.
Battered, as she screams.
They lacerated her with their words.
No pity from anyone can be heard.
She struggles with her mentality as her last days remain.
She sits on top of a steep hill, feeling a little insane.
Nobody loved her, is what she hears.
Destroyed inside, is what she fears.
one jump is all she needs.
Fragmented, until she bleeds......
©terrylin53
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