The amount of light
That I would need to
To conquer the darkness
That swirls beneath my skin.
Would require more
Light then the human eye can see.

What's it like to be broken?
I can see the question sitting
Upon your tongue,
Relentlessly trying to break free.

What's it like to carve your hurt
Into your skin?
I can see the disgust behind,
Your well placed mask.

What's it like to fail.
So flawlessly.
That not even you notice
That every new scar only adds
To the utter failure you've become.

As a daughter,
Mother,
Friend,
Human,
Lover.

Utter failure.
Devastating defeat.
Broken is a state of life.

In which we often don't know we are in
Until we are
Standing alone in a bathroom
Covered in the evidence of our own self hate.
Wondering
How can Anyone love me?

For surely if his family ever knew
Of the things I put my body through
They would think me a failure too.
And eventually he'd see it too.