The Abuse

 I AM DEAD BECAUSE I FEEL SO!
I lay wrinkled and knotted, trying to iron my crumpled self...
Vibrating with those ugly, gruesome resonances, I relive those horrors each day.

 I AM DEAD BECAUSE I FEEL SO!
I walk yet I feel crippled...................
I can see my inner self but why do I feel blind.............
I can hear my internal sobs, but deafness seems like myself...................
I am not dumb but where my laughter is lost, I am not sure.................

 I AM DEAD BECAUSE I FEEL SO!
What was it that caused this ABUSE, I try to reason out?
Perhaps my silly heart or my funny face..............
Maybe my ugly hand or my miserable mind..................

 I AM DEAD BECAUSE I FEEL SO!
It was the depth of that ABUSE that set my soul to choke into breathlessness!

 I AM DEAD BECAUSE I FEEL SO!

abusedarkdepressionfree verse

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