Like the leaves falling down the tree
I am dying inside.
Little by little, I am dismembered
And I don’t remember how it feels to be whole again
Because in this hole that I have,
I don’t feel
Nor grieve
I just see.
And act how society wants me to be,
Weak and afraid
But also brave with tears running down my face.
And in case you haven’t noticed,
I’ll need time to adjust
For what I experienced
Seems to be a part of every woman’s existence.