Another day passes
and still she sees
opportunities lost
and spirits
broken…
Exhaustion sets in
as she realizes
it was all for the taking
if only she had reached out her hand.
Another week passes
and soon she forgets
the sacrifices made
to get her this far…
She looks in the mirror
and barely manages to notice
the dust
that has settled in
the tired circles
beneath her eyes.
Another month passes
and slowly she slips
farther
into the depths of
addiction…
his Love proves too much –
the Drugs lose their touch –
and she’s flailing to cling to reality.
Another year passes.
She started so well
ending bad relationships
starting ones that could go –
somewhere…
gaining malevolence
losing innocence
Had she known she would lose it all
in the end
maybe she would have tried harder.
A moment passes
and flashes
before her eyes:
reminders of the past,
memoirs of the future…
as pen is set to paper
and razor pressed to skin
She contemplates the possibility
of starting again tomorrow.