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.
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Author:
Madds (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 20th, 2024 14:30
- Category: Reflection
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Comments4
Excellent write
Interesting title, what was the inspiration?
He listens, He may not come when you want, but He's always on time.
One must be one own God it is the only one that will listen. A poem full of pain highly evocative it screams out in agony to a deaf world. Most beautifully written
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