• So confused; Mentally abused
    All the thoughts smuggling me
    Trying everything; Pondering free
    Him hugging me; Me struggling free
    Everything blurring; Words slurring
    Such fury, such rage, I wonder if he knows i'm underage
    The thoughts, they swim in my head
    Wondering why I'm not yet dead
    I want my last breath; The sweet thought of death
    The thoughts sharper then a knife, slice after slice
    Parts of my sanity start to fade, the scars he had made
    Not physically, but mentally, which feel 10,000 times worse
    left alone, so confused, and mentally abused...