BROKEN HEARTED GIRL
BROKEN HEARTED GIRL
I will never be the same…my heart still aches; my wounds still sting as they bleed. It’s not all bad; my tears once running like a river, now drip slowly from my eyes like a leaky faucet. My body lays still, numb, in shock from the trauma. I lay wondering if I’m going to come out alive. My extremities turn cold as my soul permanently retreats to its inescapable cell, locked away never to see the light of day again. How is it that you who committed the crime walk free; free of consequence? And I the victim, am given a life sentence of trauma, pain, and suffering. At night I toss and I turn missing the warmth of you beside me. I turn over to see your spot empty. And for a moment I miss you. I lie awake at night waiting to be taken out of this nightmare. My veins slowly start to fill with the poison from your lies and secrets. I lay back and let it consume me. Fuck it. It can’t get any worse; I’m already dead.
