Tears of anxiety, self doubt, pain & confusion stream down her face
last time she felt like this she siad it would be the last
so why is it repeating?..
she now questions herself & sanity
everytime a piece of her is taken away
bruised & beaten...
her friends prescribe love, comfort and amnesia
but she self medicates herself with heartlessness
she figures no one can take from her what she doesnt have
this was the last brick that kept the temple from crumbling
she nows trapeed underneath bullshit rubble and shards of stained glass
that cut deep into her and allows thieves to sneak glimpses of her soul
and use it against her to try to reach that place...where a life used to be.
2 fingahs & <3
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