Trapped In My Mind
Abuse...
Such a small word, but its fingers
Grow and merge and tangle around your soul,
Consuming you at times and trying to
Pull you back into that black hole.
As every nerve in your body leaves
You scarred, twisted and torn, As you ask again and again
What was my reason to be born
My lungs start to shrink until I
Can no longer breathe
My stomach tied in knots
Until I physically heave
His smell, always trying to claw back
in my brain
circling around and around till it drives me insane
My heart beating faster as darkness
Closes around
My ears continually straining for
The slightest of sounds
My eyes have to close as the
Nightmare engulfs me once more
My cries in the night that make
My throat sore
Abuse, such a small word, but I
Trust no-one no more!
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