Regret Burns Inside You.

Angel 

I know it’s hard for you to unravel your feelings  Regret burns inside you, your churned up stomach empty  With no food for days.    I carried you into the light  With drugs in your veins and lipstick smeared across your face Your beauty was compromised.    The half smashed mirror in your apartment reflected onto the mess created by your lack of motivation to throw out clutter.    The trembling hands of your mother as she sees you comatose on the ripped up couch which smells of cheap booze.    The inner sanctum of your brain demonised, the backdrop of this apartment flooded by darkness and trees swaying and screaming.    You wake up and cry, you scream out you want to die, your heart belts, overtime.    The courage which once flowed through your small frame has dissipated rapidly, your innocence has been chipped away piece by piece.    The onlookers could only watch  The stricken girl screaming and nipping at her own skin, outside a bar, programmed to extort until there’s no money or sense left in vulnerable people.    And we’re here, wiping away your sweat, drumming good thoughts into your head, reassuring you:    That life is worth living.