Neglect-ed

Neglect–ed

Ringed out with blood and stretch marks.

Wrinkles written in between the crevices of my eyes.

They sting and burn. Fighting, fighting, and falling.

I kept falling. I failed.

Sores cover my body, in more way than seen.

I bleed.

Whip-ed

Smack! The beats of my heart started to slow down.

I moan, groan, and still stick around.

Why doesn’t the pain just end?

How do I begin again?

Shouldn’t I just end it all?

With my shadow, my shadow,

My limped shadow, hanging in my closet hall.

Unlov-ed

No energy to move. No energy to think.

Someone feed me, or bring me something to drink.

Who am I now? Am I property?

Or am I nobody.

It doesn’t matter, because I don’t matter.

It’s hard to face, but I believe I never have ever…

Been loved.

I feel c-c-cold…f-f-fainting…

I’m tired.

I think,

I’ll… just sleep.

 

 

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