A Bounding Hypnosis

Mockery of her pains are the content of the gossip,

Filthy minds carry out as they sit down in groups,

Lurking within are desired rather catastrophic,

Enjoying the battles she is failing due to abounding hypnosis. 

Weaklings bearing her no fruits,

But she decides to pay heed to the language of the fools?

They pretend to cradle as they hit her with their hardest tools,

Soul and body, a house of severe wounds. 

Numb to even feel the stabs,

Mind shut down except to the constant nags,

The daily routine is now inclusive of self-destruction via sandbag,

Evident by means of her growing eyebags. 

She wonders often if she can get out of the mess,

Save herself once and for all and caress,

The long-standing damages she bears on herself, 

Of the past, she desperately wants to forget. 

She is knocking down walls but they seem infinite, 

Involuntary movements of limbs seem to have no end in sight,

Breaking down every now and then, wishing it was the last time,

Struggling to find the releasing light. 

Thoughts to give up knocking upstairs every day,

But she is holding on for now to the pessimist's dismay, 

Frantically searching for colors to do away with greys,

Hoping one day she will know what it is like to be at peace and gay.