You silenced my voice for all those years,
left me with scars and a face full of tears -
and you took me to a place that was the definition of Hell;
I spent each day living a nightmare that suffocated me well.
All the while my soul was blackened by the darkness of the evil acts placed upon me;
I became a wreckage and all that was left of me was black debris.
I waited for an escape and freedom as the survivor and accuser;
but I was merely a prisoner of my childhood abuser.
Now I'm like a daisy growing in the cracks of a pavement;
growing despite you keeping me within enslavement.
I've risen like the fire that ignites my bones;
and my eyes are no longer dead but shine like gemstones.
I am no longer the broken girl I was back then;
I'm stronger, wiser, braver - and I am whole again.

I am no longer sane, alive; no longer whole,
all I am now is the residue of a torn, frayed, defeated soul.

I was dying; suffocated by the despondent blanket wrapped around me ever so tightly -
yet nobody listened to my screams or took notice of my distraught face or fiery red scars so unsightly.
So I listened to the devils; and proceeded to depart this life - under their very noses,
and now I have a blackened soul and heart and I'm buried beneath the earth; under the fallen red roses.

He stands tall and sanguine like a beautiful sunflower;
always facing the sun and absorbing its positivity and strength hour by hour;
never allowing the darkness to swallow him whole or cause him discomfort or pain -
he just brushes it off and grows more compelling and powerful through the storms and the rain.

And here I am, the opposite; a wallflower
who hasn't got the strength to go on (nor the willpower) -
I am a wilting, moribund soul with dwindled leaves and descending dead seeds;
suffocated by the never ending nightmare - I join the worthless weeds.

Tears run down my cheeks leaving rivers and oceans of anecdotes
with every memory of you escaping as though echoes of you on little boats;
so full of wanderlust just waiting for an escape from my mind -
to be anywhere but here where you're oh so confined.

Once you were the one who put butterflies in my stomach and made them flutter all the while you were near -
but now they have turned into brutal wasps that cannot stop stinging every nerve in my body when in my mind you appear.