Beneath my composed exterior lies a tempestuous sea,
A girl, wide-eyed but trembling with uncertainty.
In a world ruthless to the unprepared,
Can I summon the strength to face what's declared?
He, who packed my bags with callous hands,
Not just breaking my heart, but tearing it apart,
With each piece scattered, trampled in the sand,
Leaving me lost, unsure of where to start.
Yet, with resilience, I rise from the ruins,
Lost and broken, but refusing to succumb to ruins.
What becomes of this hollow shell, I'm unsure,
My faith, my trust, shattered beyond cure.
In a foreign land, seeking solace in obscurity,
Finding peace in insignificance, yet craving security.
They say time heals, but its a fleeting ally,
The wounds of the family, deeper than any foe's sly.
Longing for home, oblivious to the impending snare,
If only I'd known, I'd have stayed, I'd have been aware.
Ensnared in a web of deceit, struggling to break free,
Witnessing my own demise, a silent plea.
The torturer's mind, cunning in its design,
Leaving me gasping, broken, yet still aligned.
For he has slain me without drawing a blade,
A slow death, I silent escape.
