it took it's toll
on you and everyone around
with bloody fists you pound
against the walls,against the ground
are you the last to be found?
are you even found?
the words they say to you don't comfort
instead they hurt
" what you went through I can't even fathom"
"the pain you went through,i can't imagine"
as if I needed reminding
like I didn't know the pain was blinding
like i wasn't the one they took in binding
against my will, didn't go without fighting
it was me they were refining
the memories were all so abiding
and all so confining
like I could never escape and,
to that there's no denying
and my capters were always chiding
with a whip and with wiring
to stop my whining,and crying
others said that it was inviting
that later I would be thanking
now its later and I'm still dying
they were lying
said my resistence was admiring
but useless, no it wasn't
I'm free now but never fearless
I still have scars and an inward sickness
It will get better this I promise
I'll still have scars but they'll be callous