What am I doing here?
This isn’t even me
I’m not this kind of girl
Inside my conscience screams
Its my first time in this place
Every Window lined with bars
Cigarette smoke fills the room,
In this place for broken hearts.
A tattered sheet drapes the bed
The walls are worn and weary
From watching all the broken lives
And the burdens that they carry.
A single crack runs along the mirror
Broken, shattered, alone,
It looks the way I feel inside
Damaged, destroyed, undone
The TV is blaring loudly
The shades are drawn in close
The alcohol sweats on the nightstand
As his touch hurries my pulse.
I can feel myself falling
Further down the rabbit hole
There’s no one near to help me up,
I clamor for invisible rope.
I don’t know how I got here
And I don’t know who I am
I don’t know where I lost myself
Or if I’ll ever find me again.
- Daily Prompt: Land of Confusion (dailypost.wordpress.com)