She has no one to blame but herself.
This kind of break is something else.
To care too little, to care a lot.
Misery loves company, she's often taught.
To build a life from the bottom up..
She comes across turmoil
and decides she's had enough.
But when is enough, enough?
How much longer
does she have to endure the things
that are often too tough?
No matter the makeup and all that covers
She's still a damaged woman
who just wants someone to love her.
Am I seeking validation?
Shit maybe..
YOU ARE READING
Weight of Words
PoetryPoetry.. For the broken, misguided, mistreated, abused & sometimes ...in the mood.
