Exist.
Location
My voice was stolen from me along time ago.
It was riped from my throat and thrown away in a dark hole.
Stolen by those who called me hurtful
Digging scars into my flesh that went deeper then the human eyes could see.
I couldn't tell anyone how much it hurt
How much my heart was bleeding
My soul was aching
I couldn't command my lips to speak the words i desperately needed them to say
To beg anyone to save me from my torturers
So I accepted the pain
Allowed the nothingness and hollowness to engulf me..
I accepted the death that was undoubtfully in my future...
I began to write..small things notes..memos..
The voice that i had been missing for so long began to speak..
Not with my lips..with the words i could write on the page
Slowly all the things i was uncapable of saying were said
All my emotions I had pushed aside were poured out
My suffering no longer become silent
I was no longer a victim
I write because without it...
My voice does not..
Exist.