Reject

the battle is not won
but mama i am wounded
badly
the wounds continue to bleed
i won't let them heal
how can i
they punish me
and they should
but their pain is mild to the doors slamming
in my face
closing before me one after the other
the greek chorus of mockery runs through my ears
the voices driving me crazy
and i just want to step out on the street
my eyes closed
and let an 'accident' send me away
cause there is no sense
to the current tragedy
in fact
its merely a comedy
of a loser
who continues to fail
and wastes her energy

i am running out of weapons
i can't defend myself anymore
i can't protect
i can surely go no further
all i can do
is lie down
and wait for the time to crush all my hope
as it predictably will do.