A Second Poem
Damaged
Broken
Who was she?
Who is she?
Nothing
Thoughts, memories, precious moments
Everything built up inside
Gone
Destroyed
Erased
She breathes, she moves, she speaks
She is left empty
Dead
An empty shell
Tabula Rasa again
Not her choice
She worked so hard
In a moment it meant nothing
Never trust, never feel, never love
Forget