Aurelia

Strands of gold fall from my hands
Collect on the floor
Counted as useless
Pieces of myself swept away and thrown out
My struggle with my self control
Reduced to something to be gotten rid of
It hurts sometimes, what I do
And I can't stop it
They say I can, I should
I would if I tried
I have tried
I don't notice until I feel the loss
See the blankness where once was feeling
The looks and talks and reprimands
I receive from others
Only seems to make it worse
Pointing out how helpless I am
So I sit and cry and feel a little part of me give up and die
As strands of gold fall through the air
And onto the floor
Casualties of the war inside my head