A/N: It's fucked up, and scary. And I really fucking hate the world sometimes.
...and no, this isn't about me, just so you know.


layers

bright lights,
standing in line,
his heavy voice weighs her down
without care for her delicate hands
as they tightly clasp her purse,
words drifting through her head.
the things he's been saying for years:
'you're stupid
you're ugly
you're not good enough'.

and she looks away,
but doesn't
as the bitter pill
that's been dissolving in her chest
for way too long
loses one more layer.