Lock me up
Throw away the key
I don't care
No one cares about me.
As the abuse takes place
The tears run down my face.
Bound by my visible invisible chains
Burned by their scorching flames.
They hold me down.
Shh. Don't make a sound.
Accused. Confused. Misused.
Beaten. Battered. Bruised.
What am I to do?
I always lose.
Who do I choose?
There's so few.
Will it be you?
I just wanna stop the déjà vu.
But Im left black and blue,
With no sight of rescue.
Left to be Beaten.
Battered.
And Shattered.
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.:Poem Collection:.
PoetryBunch of poems smashed into one collection. Some sad, others glad, and everything inbetween. ENJOY!
