Breakdown

He raped me of my body by his hands; she raped me of my mind by her lies
I'm sick of bleeding; I'm weak if I cry.
What is a broken girl to do?
Except cry alone, at night, in the privacy of her bedroom.
No one sees, no one knows,
No one that how it goes?
I feel so alone all the time,
So many emotions, too many to even rhyme.
Every night, she breaks down to let herself cry,
As long as no one sees. She keeps asking herself why
Why didn't she listen?
All she could see was the glisten
And gleam
Of the gold of love and things unseen.
But it's ok, it really is:
She'll never go back to this.

February 2003