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Forrest Or Hell

Forrest or hell Im sitting still I feel so numb it frightens me Holding unto my legs Maybe I’m afraid to cry I cried a lot On the first day and second Maybe because I hoped for a recue Or because it was surreal Then days, then weeks When no one came I prepared for death Maybe its my punishement For the way I had been Now I feel disgusted In me and my shame Ive stopped crying Ive stopped feeling I rock myself and wait Wait till when I’d stop breathing I remember the day I was stolen from my bed I always did hate that bed It was too soft, the irony Now I ache for it Anything that wont cause pain to my sides I was taken to place unknown Punished without food or water Used by men for evil untold Treated as dogs on the street But there was hope then Now death is my only escape

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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