Something

A hit

That never bruises

A cut

That doesn’t bleed.

This is something

This is what I live with

Yelling

That cuts sharper than any knife

Words

That will bruise as black as his soul.

This is something.

This is my life

I cannot be free

I am pinned

I am trapped.

I cannot breath.

Because this is something.

I am

Beaten

Bruised

Cut

Torn Down

That is my life.

That is my story.

No one knows.

No one can know.

Because this is something.

No.

It has to be nothing.

I am nothing.

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