Was there ever a time when I loved myself?
When the sting of words spit, did not rip my soul?
Was there ever a moment of bliss when I felt it was all going to be okay?
My mind is to worn to recall such a moment,
I feel like I am nothing, that I am no one,
I have feelings, they do not matter,
My soul aches and no one soothes it.
From my eyes, pours a river of tears,
Mistaken only for rain,
It seems that no one sees or understands,
They can take of me but find it impossible to give.
I have been emotionally raped and left to die,
Lost amidst these torturous thoughts,
Afraid of what will be when I no longer am,
I will suffer, for suffering is life.
