Maybe Tomorrow

She wakes up late today without a smile on her face. Her dreams full of terror as her life is filled with chaos. Abandoned. Abused. Ashamed. She begins the day with feelings of regret and absolute loneliness. Throughout her long day, thoughts of suicide, hate for herself, and dread for the life ahead occupy her mind. Beaten and broken down, she admits defeat to the enemy once more. She cries as she sticks her fingers down he throat; her body undeserving of the minuscule lunch it has been given. She hides her face in shame of the past and pretends that everything is okay. After work, she makes the drive alone. The music is melancholy as she tried to escape the world. She drops everything when she unlocks the door to her run down apartment and heads to the bathroom. She stares at herself in the mirror with a look of absolute sorrow and hatred for her body. She spends the next 30 minutes trying to scrub the shame from her body. Unsuccessful, she shuts off the water and goes to her room. Climbing into bed, adorned in a ratty t-shirt and sweats, she begs for sleep. A night without nightmares of her past, of her shame that she can never escape... Of the man she can never escape. There will be no dinner tonight. And as she slowly begins to slip into the abyss of her dreams, she hopes that maybe tomorrow... Maybe tomorrow will be different.