Broken In Silence

INTRO

My name's Madison, I would ask you to call me Maddie but I have no real friends, the friends I had hurt me and called me names like "slut" "whore" "bitch" "emo" and "worthless".

Who needs them right?

I know what they say is true..

I'm pathetic.

I cut myself to feel what's left of happiness with my everyday pain.. The women I called my mother so long ago watches me get hit by my own father, sometimes I even feel as though she enjoys seeing my pain..

I cry for her to help me, Paige stands terrified hugging mothers leg while subtle tears run down her cheeks..

I cry out again watching this women stare at me with pity and helplessness in her eyes

I start to think

Why doesn't she help me

Her own flesh is dying and she stands there to watch.

Is this what the world has come to?

It's these moments I want him to hit me enough that when I pass out I don't wake up

That I would suddenly feel free from his fists

Free from everyone that hurt me

It's people like this I build walls for.

I remember the day when my father came home drunk, he held something in his hands. I was 8 years old and too naive to know what was wrong with him

"Take this you worthless piece of shit" he yelled at me in disgust.

I quickly picked up a silver metal blade that was thrown at my feet, something I soon would use as a get-away from the hell I lived every day.

I sob into my pillow so it's muffled enough where he won't hear me..

Nobody hears me.

Everyday I'm trapped in my own silence.

Not able to speak.