Let’s play a game.


Something inside of me has gone away,almost like old wood floor boards that are starting to rot away. I once wanted everything,the white picket fence and the sound of little feet sprinting my way. I don’t want that now,maybe some day.


Something inside me died one day,long before we ever knew each other. No matter how much I try,I cannot grasp what is no longer there,because we all know this thing called life is just a child’s game. 


Something inside me misses the old me,I miss how it was once before. I miss not seeing or feeling the pain,the pain of reliving one of just many horrific day’s. They told me they wanted to play a game,but it was no game. The two older girls bound me with horse rein’s,gagged me and stuffed me in a closet.They told me not to say a thing.I was only five years old,I was just a baby.I still remember being trapped in the dark. Hearing myself breathe wondering if I’ll ever be able to come out. I so badly want to forget it all,I don’t think I ever will. 


  • Author: Matt Angel (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 16th, 2022 17:22
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • GON

    damn, seems like you've been through a hell of a time but you're using your writing to get through it. i'm fucking here for it.

    • madalynsamantha

      Thank you. My trauma makes my art better.🤪

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