Black spots take over my vision
Sprinkles of blood by the floor
Useless and worthless is what I am
My body and mind are numb
I barely have the strength to move
Dizzy and bruised I stumble on
Things are thrown as I get hurt even more
My mind and body are scarred
Tortured with my own memories
Dried blood on the floor
Stained and tainted is what I am
Abused to no end but I can't speak out
I can't take anymore of this pain
But death is not an option
No, they won't let me die
For I need to feel all the pain and suffering
It makes me feel a little human
I am hacked down by them
My torturers laugh as my face contorted in pain
A wish I have, to one day be free from all this torture
Will that day ever come?
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Poems!
PoetrySo this is a book of poems that I have written - my old account was XxLovePoetryxX so this is me still. But again a lot of these are from when I was younger (at least the first few) some of them are also from now a days. Warning updates will be a b...
