beaten and battered my hands hold tight <br />a silent stare and a harsh bright light <br />open dress that breezes throughout <br />a fight for sanity, a nurse's sweet doubt <br />bloodshot eyes with secrets held within <br />ruptured veins let the sickness begin <br />belts and buckles control strength and will <br />for the battle im suppressing is making me ill <br />comfort in medicine, such a tricky lie <br />for not until im dead while i say goodbye <br />i hear them whisper of me, in a hushed delight <br />for a woman with no heart is such a sight <br />a novelty and prize, i am to them <br />poking and prying they ridicule my sin <br />'how could she do that? ', why do they care <br />you might never know, without my little scare <br />so watch me now in my bathtub drowning <br />the sadness you feel only reflects through frowning <br />are you sorry now my innocent lamb? <br />that you had never thought to give me a damn<br /><br />Abby Wesson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-damn/
