Unwanted

Behind closed doors she weakens

All her hope is sinking

The bitterness and hatred deepens

Begging for the beast to stop thinking

 

Gripping sheets between her fingers

Trying to hold onto old courage

The smell of blood only lingers

The torment begins to flourish

 

Her strength is rapidly fading

Her skin is wet with tears

The agony is only staying

Giving into all of her fears

 

Her eyes stare into the mirror

Disgusted by what she sees

Making all doubts much clearer

No one would want her even if she was pleading on her knees

Reviews

[??????]

So untrue. In this little mess called life all things remain to be. I never saw saints walking the face of the earth but 1 and He isn't here now but doesn't mean no1 wants us. Ya know I am bad of seeing because people make it where you seem a misfit. Your not some misfit you are wonderful person with a deep soul:)

[Simon Welsh]

Brutal. Nicely written. Hope you are well.

[MomzillaNC]

Your prose is stark and tragic…