Sold: the Price, Me
Shadows
The place I have been forced
to live my life.
Horrible people doing horrible
things to me in the dark.
I have never been able to
protest.
They are always stronger than
me.
Bigger than me.
The things of which they do, I
can not tell.
Pushing.
Pulling.
Screaming.
Hurting.
Than darkness.
Every day it's the same.
So I escape it with drugs.
It's the only way I know how
to escape.
The rush it brings puts down
my guard.
I dont have a mind,
So when they hurt me, I don't
care.
Sometimes I'm awake though.
It seems so much worse every
time.
Longer.
It's always someone different
every other night.
I hear them bartering how
much.
My father always turns a profit.
He doesn't care about what
he's doing to me.
He never has.
I can only do his bidding and
nothing else.
I can never tell about the he'll
I live in.
Banished from heaven for an
eternity until death.
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