Whats Becoming

Pain held within makes you, breaks you,
Spins your world tired, This life sucks collecting dust, Slut! Pants dropped, legs spread,
there she goes again another mans in the bed.
A quick fix helping her forget every dark secret.
Gasping for air, starting to tremble she moans prior to oh fuck its over, Another dissapointment,
an added checkmark,
one more pity party for disrespecting her body.
Suddenly the phone rings,
will this path continue, will she stop to think, consider,
What do you think? Hell No!
Every Pressure, the will to live set her path
family staying fed, filling her with strength
as she lay again across the bed.