Worthless

I am nothing...

slipping into the darkest shadows

where no one will find me.

Used.

Beaten.

Bruised.

All people do is hurt,

bring pain, then leave. 

Alone is what will be written

on the stone residing over 

a soulless body.

But I'm already a shell,

empty,

frozen,

searching for any life within.

Loving daughter,

cherished wife, 

caring mother.

Facades that don't exist,

will never exist,

in this world of hate.

What would they write?

Whore?

Cutter?

Dead.