A poem: Strangled

Hello! Been a little while! Sorry about that, been busy looking for a job etc! Anyway, this is about a girl who felt she'd been let down too many times.

Strangled

This little girl she left as a martyr,

A martyr of truth,

A martyr of love,

Looking down in pity from above.

She was let down one too many times,

By a man from Manchester,

A swindler from Swindon,

And a heartbreaker from Hartlepool,

Each one not knowing what to say,

Leaving her after cheating their way.

Drowning in despair while they were dipped in denial,

She cut a lone figure in her bathroom,

What had she done wrong?

An answer torqueing her mind,

Twisting it to insanity,

A nagging depravity of care,

Her dead heart felt loose,

Thinking solely of a noose.

She was beautiful inside and out,

Yet nobody ever told her so,

Leaving a dull ache ripping her ribs,

And tightening her throat,

Each time thinking a compliment is a joke,

Every word a needle to the arm,

Giving up on this half-baked life,

Her airwaves strangled,

A desolation down her street,

Destined for her imaginary love she’ll meet.