A dagger piercing the heart,
Constantly ripping,
Shattering peace,
Causing my head to hang low.
No-one wants me,
No-one loves me,
Not worth anything,
The dagger delves deeper.
A black cloud lingering,
Getting denser and denser,
Loss of self-belief,
Fading away from existence.
Trying to get out,
Means taking risks,
Exposing the shame but.........
The dagger causes more hurt.
Liz Woodington