Her eternal past

She wakes with a start ,

Another ordeal of the past.

Pulling the covers tight 

To face another night

Thoughts racing towards the morning light.

Another day to veil under the panstick.

Concealing the scars, 

from the assassins of that girl who used to be optimistic.

She's just 20.

A sadist's ephemeral pleasure;

Her life destroyed forever.

Her annex from our world has no mirrors 

There are just walls 'solid and concrete.

Cramming closer every other day.

She has no hopes,

For there is no future.

All that comes tomorrow is yesterday,

All that comes is the past.

Her Eternal Past