Fragments

⤞muted

I am muted,
a slave to what I've become,
body bent, twisted,
and broken
and too ready to succumb
to the darkness within,
the darkness I try to hide,
but I find it so difficult
to keep it all inside,
and act like I'm okay—
channel the girl
I used to be—
but too much time
has passed now,
and I can't find that old me,
just this wounded heart of mine,
amidst its cocoon of
anguish and woe,
at times a hollow shell
of despair,
a fading, mournful
shadow.