Bad with talking,

Not with writing,

Feels like everything flying,

Come to ground in a sudden halt,

With everything that was her fault.

No amount of sorry can change the way,

She has betrayed,

Everyone and anyone in her path.

Wished to be slapped, stomped,

Anything that comes with raised pressure.

Left to her own feelings of guilt.

Esting away at the thing that shouldn't be there.

Feeling empty and full at the same time.

Feeling shakled,

Factor unknown,

The sense of failure overwhelming her.

Giving up ever faster now,

Into her ever harder, this urge has plowed.