Dear Talia, What's Been Done To You?

Broken homes, broken hearts,

Lying alone, scarred and barred, in the dark.

Barred from the comfort of humanity, though it is but a small one,

And can often hurt more than help.

But heartbreak might be worth the precarious chance,

The chance to feel human skin brush your own,

To feel a connection,

We all search for that deep intimacy,

Long and hard, for wearying days and nights, spent all alone.

You had that, you had human connection,

Nothing short of perfection,

It was taken away.

Now you hide in a dank room,

You pray,

For death to welcome you in open arms.

Since you are unable to live without this,

This man,

Who has shaped you into everything you are and were,

Who has shaped the stil beating remains of your heart,

Into his own play-thing.

He continues to gouge deeper and deeper holes into your being,

Yet, you do not retaliate,

As would, the dear and wise Talia that I once knew,

You are a mere shadow of what you were before meeting him,

He has demolished the very fire and spirit that made you, you.

I thought that you were more than this,

That it would not affect you so,

That you could step bravely out of the shadows grasp.

But, my dear Talia,

I know that it will never be, no more.