The Frontline Behind Closed Doors

Thoughts of my abuse courageously spirals out of control No drug in this world can conquer this raw resilience….. Its ability to conivingly creep up with silence leaves the deepest wounds The pain is unbearable I have yet to understand this power of a weapon in which wins each torment Let alone in the utmost cunningly yet destructive way Im defeated and weakness follows so forth comes embarrassment How do i lack such intelligence The approach was Louder than a lions chilled skin roar. Forgiveness knocks but mercy is not welcomed No excuses can fulfil comfort towards complete lazy Disappointment…….. Each night brings me to my knees as tears fall heavy like the most powerful minnesota treacherous flooding lakes Visualizing what surrounds me are only false hope and Broken unpairable glass Each piece screams such ear reckon evil words verbal abuse so damaged and runned down that hope is no longer in my dictionary of self motivational fall back techniques I have created for myself While no one knows the real secret of how my own mind is responsible for unanswered closures or true self healing Its a simple Commonsense math equation FLASHBACKS MULTIPLIED BY ABUSE EQUALS DEEP CUTS LEFT WITH BLACK AND BLUE MARKS THAT BRUISED Taken amongst places far from this limited man built world I was a new mother being stripped of all my female qualities and told I’m worthless his sloppy seconds was all that I deserved.