Last time

When was the last time I was allowed to be myself.

Why must I be allowed.

When was the last time I was loved for being me.

Why do I long for love.

I belong to different titles

Wife, mother, sister,friend.

Me too is just another reason for

wanting this to end.

Ohh but when it ends.

Yeah when it ends

It'll just begin for another

Wife, Sister Friend.

By Elle

Quietly

Get the hell out of here ! She reiterated again, as if the first time didn't cause enough of a scene.

I'm dying now I can tell

Faster and faster my heart pounds

My thoughts jumps, leaps

Bounds

The room is closing in on me

Can't someone come to help!

It feels like I'm drowning out at sea

Pulled under by the kelp.

Thoughts they come in like waves

Finishing the job.