Endless Criticism

Alone in this room
She sits by herself,
Her heart in a blender,
Her hope on a shelf.
Feeling unloved
And so lonely so long,
She turns her thoughts over,
Wondering if she belongs.
No encouragement found
In an endless painful flood,
Criticism never ceases
To drown her in mud.
Her soul plunges down,
Grows subconsciously dark,
Her life is a tree
Being stripped of it's bark.
If only she'd sleep,
If she could refuse to see,
She'd pretend she's not broken,
But her self's not deceived.
Even dreams hold no comfort
Now she's sunk this low,
And as clouds fill her sky,
Winds of hostility blow.
But yet she won't cry,
Never shedding a tear,
For if there wasn't failure,
She'd have nothing to fear.
She closes her eyes,
While inside she bleeds.
Nobody hears her silent screams.
Nobody will ever save me.