Bliss,
Sanity,
Peace.
No more reprimands.
No more being put down.
Ready to live the life I will make.
A better aspect of life.
Loving only myself.
Soaring,
Leading,
Growing.

Tired,
Regardless of all the great.
Tired.

Silenced,
Degraded,
Belittled.
None of which can explain,
The depth of the pain in given.
Writing on paper to escape this world,
Only to turn into anger.

Rage,
Resentment,
Fury.
The coarse of red seeping into my eyes,
My thoughts are muddled and distasteful.
My heart pounding in distraught.

And now left with a mangled body,
Ready for those who take and take,
Knowing I won’t get what was taken.

Toxic,
Whittling the fabrication of our lives.
Stuck,
An abundance of lost trust over time.
Depressive,
Losing all hope.

She sees the pain you hide,
A conversation to get by.
Speaking ever so loud her voice,
Is taken.
Only to be established by
A mistake.