…

Another day, another fight

To you, it’s always out of mind if it’s out of sight. 

Do you find victory when the tears finally fall?

Or when you’ve isolated me so completely I have no one left to call?

I look in the mirror, and I hate what I see..

I’ve become so weak, so mild, SO broken… what has happened to me?!

I am now an empty shell,

All thanks to you and this horrifying hell. 

You took my body despite the protests…

Yet instead of blaming you, I find myself absolutely grotesque.