Help – TB

21 May

When she’s at home,
She pulls down her veil and walls.
She breaks down, wails and bawls.
She wishes for the life at the back of her head,
Where she can decide what she likes and she doesn’t.
She kneels, then gets down on all fours.
She, momentarily, drowns out the world and its bores.
Tomorrow, again, she’ll be the object of scorn,
She wishes she never had been born.


5 Responses to “Help – TB”

  1. crystalia04 May 22, 2014 at 9:19 am #

    Reminds me of me…

  2. vandana May 26, 2014 at 5:57 pm #

    Such a bad situation for her.

  3. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) May 26, 2014 at 6:33 pm #

    Clever rhymes here… and yes there are those people… they seem to get their will…

  4. sreejaharikrishnan May 27, 2014 at 3:47 am #

    Such a sad situation….so well put on words…..!!.

  5. C.J. May 27, 2014 at 5:00 am #

    You caught the gut feelings of depression well, with some shrewd rhymes, too.

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