Black. Black is all you see. Not a flicker of light, except from above you. A spot light was shone above. Strings were attached to your limbs. You were a puppet, obeying and bending at every wish and command there was. This was your fate. Or was it? You had nothing to live for right now. They can beat you. Rape you. And you can deny it. They have you dressed up and you didn't like it. You try to break free. You get whipped. Punishment after punishment has been laid on you. You couldn't care less about what they do to you anymore. Nobody wants you anyways FOR SALE $100. A paper read on you. People walked pass. And walked pass. When you speak. BAM. When you cry. BAM. Marks on your skin from getting whipped and from you getting cut. Specks from the thorns. Some still in you. Weapons are just a mere fraction of their weapon. Their true weapon is words. It hurts so much. The words wrap around you, squeezing you tightly like a snake killing its prey. Soon you break. Laying there. You have seen this you before. Crying. Blood. How? Why? THEY SAID THAT THEY WOULD HELP. BUT THEY FUCKING LEFT. Lies. All were lies. They never cared. Your hope was cracked in half. YOU were brOKen. As if a bus ran over you. "Lost and insecure, you found me, you found me, lying on the floor, surround me, surround me, why'd you have to wait. Where were you? Where were you? Just a little late" WHERE WERE YOU AT WHY WERNT YOU THERE. WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME.
