Battle weary contours of shame

Her life is in a parallel dimension,
As tears erode the plaster on the walls,
Memories stir of chemical intervention,
Drown out night-time whispers as they call,

Skin is a landscape tarnished,
Battle weary contours of shame,
Nervously chipped nail varnish,
Internalising swirls of hate and blame,

Ligature fast track convulsions,
Got her twitching naked on the floor,
As she's trying to block repulsion,
Suicide watch tower hurt once more,

This ain't no fun...
No shiny loaded gun..(like in the movies)

She's alone with dark thoughts,
Faint memories,watersports,

Of loathing self-destruction,
A facial reconstruction,

Forgets about the outside,
She's riding solo tongue-tied,
Her soul is on a joyride,
Here it comes so open wide,

Carousel of faded pastel shades,
A melting pot of renegades,

Inflicting miseries homeward bound,
Inward screams a frightening sound,

Using every emotion in her repertoire,
Cutting up the memories it's an abattoir,

It's a battle of wills,
Just a handful of pills,
Unopened red bills,
Mildew morning chills,

Sliding down the cold walls,
Just to feel the sweat fall,
Slammed door echoed power,
Scrubbed skin communal shower,

She'll never be clean again,
Until refreshing drops of graveyard rain..
softly pitter patter, as lone blackbird chatters