a poem of the abused and broken |
she sits, like a traumatized child eyes clenched tears pour a torrent of unwanted misery she shakes uncontrollaby as she tries to hold in the pain what has she done to deserve this means of torture hot water falls on her soiled skin trying to wash the memories away like they were dirt but every time she stops she still feels dirty, used and broken she is no longer living she is just here, a shell full of unshed tears arms wrapped around herself to be held without getting hurt to protect her self, her heart her broken body no more pain shown she hides away from herself and the world a wall on every side emotionless, cold were is the love that used to be in her life gone washed away with the memories she washed from her mind and broken body eyes stare boring into her always watched but never spoken to she feels dirty and feels unwanted so many eyes she feels upon her yet they know nothing nothing of her pain, nothing of her horrible memories she falls into the shadows just as many like her do, unoticed unloved empty shells were is the justice in this world when many become as she has alone, hurt broken |