Broken Doll

i need to be shoved into a wall thrown to the ground dragged by the hair pinned

beaten

til i’m purple til i’m bleeding til i’m screaming

and then beat me again til everything breaks til there’s nothing left

and then maybe it will stop hurting

just one moment where i realized my therapist is starting to give up on me.

i’ve kept going because she seems to have a much better grasp of what she’s doing than the last one. maybe this one can figure out how to get me there. maybe this one can.

but tonight…

tonight i leave feeling like nothing we do in that room is going to make a damn bit of difference.