Where no one can hear, yet you hear so clearly… br To have it attacked, it’s nearly devastating. br The negative words, the disapproving whispers, br When banded together, in a ruthless mob, br Where it cracks and breaks every thought of concentration. br br Breaking you down into a miserable heap, with no means to stand again… br The instinct to survive, to resurface and break through… br No longer strives, and I can’t stand no longer. br br In a state of disrepair and no love for myself, br Where the end to the trauma is what I wanted so dearly. br It never comes, even though my need shows so plainly… br br Every day, it ambushes me; breaks me apart from the world. br The attack is so simple, but so painstakingly horrible.