So many struggles, so little gain
She was the perfect storm
of self destruction
With every breath
Every beat
Every night
Every day
Building as a storm front
Does, growing, learning
Every little weakness
Every soft spot in her armor
Every blind side
Hopeless
Lost
Lonely
Helpless
Useless
They whispered
She heard
The storm brewed,
threatening to break
Thunder cracked
Lightening stuck
Shouting
She was a perfect storm
Of self destruction
