Rejection

She walks with head down,
Failed and alone.
Rejection.
She’s walks to the dinner table,
Only to find her chair placed farthest from her family.
She sits without a word,
Arguing is no help now.
Her pale, clammy hands grip the fork,
And she eats.
Rejection finishes her plate and goes to her room of abandonment.
She turns on the stereo,
And listens to the bass and violins sing.
Laughter that once painted the walls,
Is now gone and replaced with stains.
Stains of brokenness,
and the blood her body wept as she brought the steel knife to her wrists.
Rejection turns over to sleep,
It is one that that has not avoided her.
She tosses and turns.
Memories of love and laughter pull at the hole in her chest.
She scrambles for her shell of numbness.
But it seems that has left her as well.
Leaving her naked to the darkness of memories that pinch and pull at the hole,
threatening to make it bigger.
She clutches the last resort she has.
Rejection runs behind the door or insanity and locks it.
Only if she knew,
That’s insanity would lock her up too.