What is it when one is *****
Maybe you've been through
Maybe you've not
Either way I'm here to speak what it feels like to be *****

To be ***** is to be broken
Broken in more ways that one could ever count
To be ***** is to have somebody reach inside your soul,
forcing it to die slowly.

And when in a grip
robust enough to break-free
Your body isnt yours anymore
you struggle hard even though you feel paralyzed by fear or ******* drugs
Then you feel that anything in this world could be better than this
Even death.

Thus your body has been defiled
you have a face showing grimace
Helpless you lay
thinking about the social stigma
emotionally and physically devastated
You end your life in no other way than suicide
without having another thought
that your body is already mutilated.