The Lost Pages of Poems

help

The chains got tighter and even more tighter,

 they would wrap their hand around your neck until you couldn't breathe,

 chains bruised my skin, 

 they make you beg when you still want to live,

 but they forced you to become a beautiful fairy they can look up.

 Hand prints were around my neck, 

 I once beg them to take me already. 

 No one heard the pain in my screams at night, 

 breath I take was a poisonous gas, I rot on couch,

 the couch eats me in,

 my eyes were tired from forming more beads,

 they would raise their voices at you like you're not a human being,

 the shadows raise their voices at you from having a disease. 

 That devours you every time, 

every moment.

 I rot on the couch my voice asking for help,

 I was dying by myself after they gave me an endless tortures. 

 I didn't need or wanted to be loved,

 I wanted them to see me and care for me, 

 but instead it even became more worse.