You've done it again, little girl,
Made yourself sick with
Skin ******
And bruised bits.
Were you testing the water to see if it was still
Poison?
Do your insides churn
At the same slow pace?
You were never taught chess
As a child,
Is this why you've chosen to play
As the pawn?
What a waste, they'll say.
What a waste of a pretty face,
To have your lip bitten
And your conscience stained.
Dry your eyes.
Your hot tears supply no solace
And their trails attract no sympathy.
You've made your bed
Time and time
Again
And you cannot lay in it
When you're dragging it around like that.
Someday, someday
Your chain will break
And you will never have to apologize
To yourself
Again.
Calm your aching heart, little girl,
This will not be the last time you cry.