Broken by you

My life has never been easy and I've recently come to accept my faith. I use to dwell on the feeling of hope, hoping that someday I'd be free of this world and finally be at peace, thus far my prayers has yet to be answered.

The world I speak of is not of the ordinary such as where regular people work and tend to there loving families. No! My world is of much differences! In my world so many of us are held captive against our owe free will.

In this dark world of trafficking, 'human being are sold like goods straight of the shelve and treated despicable as if we were mere animals or garbage at there disposal. For use captives there's no space for hope the only things that there is, is the instinct to survive another day. For some the thought to survive has cause more pain than aleve resulting them to commit suicide. The likes of happiness doesn't exist here in our dark world only sadness and despair which we have learn to accept.

It's been 10 years since I was sold....