2 Minutes Daily Writing no. 10.

I drank my cup every time;
I was a good girl,
It didn’t matter that it was sore or bitter
or sweet or salted or poisoned
I drank my cup.

Sometimes I complained;
Always at the wrong times.
In front of people who didn’t care
About my naked soul
About my body way to less
then what I always wanted;
I drank the poison, cup after cup
Until one day when I decided that I must stop
-I was broken, hurt and almost dead.