I am an innocent child
perceived as a nymph
more desirable than I can comprehend
I, a poor wretch, used up
drained of what I could be
Twice now, destroyed
brought back down to Earth
I had escaped long ago
It took so long to heal
and now, again, nothing seems real
I am in a state of transition
It took 7 years
to be fine for 6 months
7 years to heal for nothing
but a half year of complacency
and I'm broken again
It feels like my fault