beaten,battered
and left bruised.
tasted brutality's bitterness.
but somehow i survive,
and i still live.
feed almost to starvation
victim of her loose tongue
that lashes at my ears and wounds my heart.
sharp words that tear me apart.
and all i can do is suffer this torment,in silence.
this is the space were my mind's thoughts condense.where my ideas become scripted words,where emotions are sculpted into words.an exploration of a troubled mind,seeking the joys that life brings,hoping to share my joys and sorrows with the world that's listening.
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