Broken...

Overwhelmed by her experiences of such pain and heart ahce,
Her spirit is broken...
It broke her heart,
It broke her trust,
It broke her soul,
It broke her faith...

Swollen eyes staring in a mirror looking a corpse,
vacant of any emotion or feeling.
Tired of trying to push forward,
Tired of the pain,
Tired of the emptiness,
Tired of trying to maintain.
Glazed, in a daze, she tries to get through her daily routine,
but today is one of her Bad days...

Thoughts flowing in the frontal lobe,
while memories attack the unconscious mind,
she searching for her pillow to let out another cry.
As she closes her eyes and lays lifelessly on the bed.
encountering these experiences...
Day by Day,
Hour by Hour,
Minute by Minute,
Second by Second.
Tormented by visual pictures in her head...