I scream all day and night,
begging for a place,
free from sight.
\"Why? Why me?\"
\"It could\'ve been anyone!\"
\"Why me?\"
My scars crisscross
my body everywhere,
A line here and there
I remove a layer
of clothing and all I get
are whispers and stares
my thighs are begging to be
covered with
a blanket
my belly a pillow,
and my arms,
a jacket.
my life is defined by 48
pink little pills.
I shake when I hear the name.
my life is defined by a
man who couldn\'t keep
his anger in
my life is defined by
a woman who talks softly
and a stuffed bear I\'ve had forever
and here I keep asking,
keep begging,
to be free of these burdens
I don\'t know how
to survive like this
much longer.
My throat is raw
from screaming at a god
who isn\'t listening.