Poetic Journey

I look in the mirror and what do I see?
The vision unravels of what is to be.

The shell of a woman whose life has been taken away
What does it mean to look forward to a new day?

Take me away from the life that I lead
All I feel is the need to bleed
The desire to see red is like hunger or greed.

Unzip my skin and set my heart free
Is there such a thing as a happy me?
Or carrying this burden will I a...