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Part of my story (I do best with poetry)
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Alone in a room, I exhaustedly sigh
Emotions are numb, does no good to cry.
Staring in shock of the eyvents of the day
To make it out alive is all I can pray.
afraid to close my eyes to sleep
The wounds I survived are starting to sewep
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
Room is emptly with nobody at my side.
Is anyone even worried or looking for me?
Out the window I peer and there's nothing to see.
A Chain link fence and a very large dog.
Shadowed by trees, and a few rotting logs.
Unsure where I am, and which way is home.
He's made it quite clear, I've nowhere to go.
alone with my fear imagination run wild.
The abuse suffered before...I'm afraid may be mild.
He enters the room and locks up behind
He never glances at me or asks if I'm fine.
He walks to the window armed with a can
Spray painted it black, with the ease of one hand.
I cower in the corner afraid to speak.
He walks out of the room for the rest of the week.
Days turn to night and night into day
Alone with my thoughts getting scarrier by the day.
Appetite suppresants and water to drink
No energy left, not even to think.
Stomach cramping from starvation
A tool used to gote me, was complete isolation.
:trigger:/> :trigger:/> :trigger:/>
Alone in a room, I exhaustedly sigh
Emotions are numb, does no good to cry.
Staring in shock of the eyvents of the day
To make it out alive is all I can pray.
afraid to close my eyes to sleep
The wounds I survived are starting to sewep
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
Room is emptly with nobody at my side.
Is anyone even worried or looking for me?
Out the window I peer and there's nothing to see.
A Chain link fence and a very large dog.
Shadowed by trees, and a few rotting logs.
Unsure where I am, and which way is home.
He's made it quite clear, I've nowhere to go.
alone with my fear imagination run wild.
The abuse suffered before...I'm afraid may be mild.
He enters the room and locks up behind
He never glances at me or asks if I'm fine.
He walks to the window armed with a can
Spray painted it black, with the ease of one hand.
I cower in the corner afraid to speak.
He walks out of the room for the rest of the week.
Days turn to night and night into day
Alone with my thoughts getting scarrier by the day.
Appetite suppresants and water to drink
No energy left, not even to think.
Stomach cramping from starvation
A tool used to gote me, was complete isolation.
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