Broken

The glaze in her eyes
Isn’t of love or hate
Sorrow or remorse

The lines under her eyes
Drop down tired

Staying up nights not being able to sleep

Trying not to see what has been seen

Eye lids like a door with the hinge broken

Almost closes but never does

The weight pushing down trying to make her eyes close
 Like gravity pulling on the earth

Her nails are chipping away
Like her life
when the paint is gone so will she

They never used to be like this

Always neat and clean
Perfect and shinny
Her face pale with no emotion

No makeup
Lines of black dripping from her eyes

Down to her thighs

She is broken