How she copes

A Poem by ChloMatkin

Trust and coping mechanisms are funny concepts.

She trusts so easy -

Weakening her to prey,

Her movements slow, as her pain can never be washed away.

Heart battered, beaten - much like a cliché.

She takes to the streets to slow her mind,

Yet another situation she shall come to despise.

She makes the first move, opens her gates:

She entered with no game plan, a rookie mistake.

Again, she awakens in another bed,

Eyes bloodshot - neat vodka,

She never regrets.

‘Till hours later, sick to the stomach,

Shame fills her soul.

She sits, she thinks

For hours on end,

Whilst the voices in her head tell her:

‘You must be condemned”

This is when she starts the cycle again.

She’s fine, she’s sad -

She crumbles again.

To the drink, to the club -

To bed, once again.

© 2015 ChloMatkin

Author's Note

Not sure how i feel about this one, but it's been a while since i've written any poetry so i thought i may as well just put it out there and get some feedback. Be honest, it'd be a huge help!

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Some Kind of Poet

This is a really good piece of writing. Its so relatable and I hope that you're writing from fiction, not from your own experiences - its never nice to feel so low and hating yourself. I look forward to reading more of your writing as you upload it... You're off to a great start!!