Won't Get Away

I am told to be grateful,

I live to take another breath.

The sentence is so obtuse,

I almsot can't hold back.

I don't tell them every breath hurts.

Not because of an injury or anything they can see.

Only I know what pain it holds.

It is only one I can feel.

Every night at 10:47.

My ability to breathe is lost.

For its pace is uncontrolable.

For it is something that is lost. 

Every time I hear footsteps,

Footsteps from behind.

My muscles tighten,

Though tighten they do, without consent.

I am told, I shouldn't of been out.

I am told, I was asking for it.

I am told, I should of enjoyed it. 

But the thing is,

I am done. 

Done being told things,

They can't comprehend.

I am done being shamed.

I am done being afraid.

I am done taking the blame.

That was never mine to take.

Take this as a warning,

because I only warn you once.

I am done being silenced.

I will start as a whisper,

But grow everyday.

You may have taken my strength,

But I am taking it back.

And this time,

you won't get away.

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