Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

As I sink to the bottom of this ocean, trying to hold my breath, showing no emotions,  is all that I have left.... In my control. 

How is that supposed to make me feel?, when most of my life, I've never felt real. 

And I'm sick of the pain, that resides in my brain, it's like a fucking disease, sending toxic blood through my veins. 

IF I MAKE IT OUT ALIVE, I'LL MAKE IT OUT OF HERE INSANE.
I've been physically raped, mentally baked, and I still remember every word from all the verbal shame. 
I didn't deserve that, yet I took it anyway. 
I've been punched in the face, by the fist of a grown man, faced the edge of a blade, held by my lovers hands. 

And I promise you this, 
I will never stop fighting for all that I am.