BROKEN
She sits, staring into the darkness, her lips tasting the saltiness of the tears streaming down her face.
She silently whispers, 'What it's it about me that attracts these type of men? Why do I always fall for men that only want me for sex and when they get what they want, they move on? 😢 Is it that, that's all men think I'm good for?'
Her friend tried to comfort her saying, 'One day you'll find that someone. One day you'll find happiness'
She replied, 'I'm damaged goods. No one wants damaged goods.
I come with too much baggage.'
Not knowing what else to say, they sat in silence, looking into the great unknown.
One seeing the vast expanse of the sky. The great big moon on a background of of soft, dark velvet, the twinkling stars which symbolized the many dreams cast and waiting on the right time to come through and the beauty of the night sky, looking forward to the hope of a new day.
The other seeing only the shadows and demons of a time long gone, whose memories linger and leave a stabbing pain and a hurt that refuses to heal.
