Feeling low
Buried beneath cement
Still breathing yet
I'm so far above you
Rip out a heart
and mock the pain it induces
Violate a soul
then kick me as I lie
Dying
On cold ground
My life
is defined by more
than your Judgments
Ridicules
Mockeries
Fists
I gotta be more
than what you turn me to be
She
The Real She
Suffering in purgatory
Self Hatred
Self Denial
Burying her
down beneath cement
How long shall I
hold you at a level so far above
the ground in which you
bury me
alive
The POWER and the CONTROL
that you value more than your own
Soul
is your greatest weapon
your finest reward
For I know
what makes this clock tick
Self Hatred
Self Denial
My armor against your weapons
Weak Wild Wasted
Helpless Hopeless Hostile
No Love
For me
No kindness
NO PROTECTION
NO POWER
NO SAFETY
no way to trust
no way to feel
Alive
Just stupid
Used
Violated
Abused
then mocked blamed and ridiculed
How low you must see me
there underneath your shoe
Buried alive
Wet Cement
As I just let you
Time after Time
Again and again
Self Hatred
Self Denial
Wins
Knowing you'd rather kill me than face any of my
Truths
Easy to dismiss
Crazy
Bitch
Anger
Never hearing
Not once caring
only mocking
because then it's so easy
and I'm still here
So high above you
though I'm feeling low
Buried
deep cement
Down under your mighty shoes
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Author:
Living Dead Girl (
Offline) - Published: September 20th, 2018 13:10
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Comments1
Yes, it's possible to feel both above, victorious, yet below, defeated, bullied, crushed, buried. I suspect many a victim feels that way intensely. You capture intense emotions and emotional reactions vividly. I hope you see that you are victorious by laying out this indictment, this sworn deposition, this magna charta of wrongs and injuries, for us all to see, judge, and declare you the prevailing party.
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