words from a broken soul

Voice

POSSIBLE TRIGGERING CONTENT SLIGHT REFERENCE TO MENTAL ABUSE. READER DISCRETION ADVISED.

When I was younger I had no voice
I told myself to hide I'll develop my own voice
It's monotonous because I'm dead inside
Choice was to protect myself well developing my monotonous voice

Constantly hearing his voice
The dread in instills in me to high
Yet my mind is so low
His voice gets silenced like the worthless cunt he is

Bunting around in my head are the words he drilled into me
Yet I try to remind myself that his voice is just that
The louder it gets before I load n cock it then let it fly

The things I do would terrify you
When I'm done his voice is gone with the wind for a time
Yet he comes back just like a itch you can't scratch

It's frustrating hearing him say the same old shit
Get some new lines you bitch
It's always the same with him

Your worthless unlovable better off dead mistake
No you were the mistake I was a kid you and your mom abused
I had no voice
Now oh oh I fucking found my voice

And I'm going to remember what you both did
By my choice fuck no but I'll remember
When you two die I'm dancing on your grave
A reminder that you may have broken me

Yet I out lived you sick fucks
I'll get the last fucking laughs
But his voice is always going to be there tormenting me

Taunting me
Haunting me but I'll do what I always
Do let the sadist side break the voice like man did to me

You can silence abuse victims we may grow timid and meek but eventually we find our voice
Force out the words of what you did to those we trust

Perhaps to warn others of how sick you truly are but either way everything eventually comes to light
Can only run so far till you get sick of the fucking running as you say fuck this
People need to know what kinda twisted fuck you truly are