Her

Her A weight falls heavily upon her A steady pull inside her brain In one room she seeks love and understanding in another she purges the guilt and the pain her guilt never leaves the pain only deepens her life is a wild rotation from one room to the other Locked in a constant circle of torment a game of chess she cannot win she stands up, throat on fire, head spinningm heart pounding begging for an end, any end, to this hell she gazes into the mirror wiping her mouth wondering who she has become a drawn and pale facedull expressionless eyes she runs her hands through her hair hoping it will quiet the screams in her head but it doesnt and tomorrow the game will start all over againBoard game collection