Shaken and tossed, completely ignored.
I am alone and forgotten.
It seems I'm invisible.
Faliing into a black hole,
a dark abyss, crying salty tears.
For a torturous lullaby has returned.
It haunts me. Its bitter tones,
dancing in my head. They tell me I'm
not living up to par.
I wish there was an escape.
With nowhere to turn I hide
from those I trusted.
I am afraid for my life.
For I am transforming.
Shaped by cigarettes and ink
I am not the girl I once was.
My demons are returning.
They come with a newfound vengeance
unlike anything experienced before.
Glorifying sharp revenge and blunt rage,
They scream aloud: 'You will never win! '
My furute seems too far away.
I see no solution.
And so, I will sit in my
psychological filth.
For eternity.
Felicity Slaughter
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cigarettes-and-ink/
