Seeing you again,
It brings me to tears.
You are a fraction of your former self,
Reduced to skin and bones because no matter how many people tell you you’re perfect,
You won’t believe it,
You can’t believe it.

How many have you silently begged to help you,
Your pleas unheard,
Unanswered.
You’re all alone,
Struggling to keep your head above water,
Just because no one taught you how to swim.

Living on love is fickle existence.
Tears can’t buy back a broken heart.
She doled out her love like pocket change,
Letting strangers turn her over in their hands,
Counting her worth,
Like the year she was printed had anything to do with her value.
She tried to swallow the guilt but the deprivation just didn’t sit well in her stomach,
So like those around her she dismantled her pride,
Put away her self respect,
And got rid of it in the only way she knew how.