every time
i begged
for mercy,
i was whipped
with
already
bloodied chains.
every time
i begged
for grace,
my cries
were
only met
with scorn
and hate
i could never
contemplate.
i was never wanted.
i was never planned.
and yet,
here i unwaveringly
and unwillingly
stand.
martyred,
tortured,
used,
bruised.
for what
is my life
if not to be
used as
the first
lamb
to the
slaughter.
Feb 26
Feb 26, 2026 at 11:13 PM UTC
every time
i begged
for mercy,
i was whipped
with
already
bloodied chains.
every time
i begged
for grace,
my cries
were
only met
with scorn
and hate
i could never
contemplate.
i was never wanted.
i was never planned.
and yet,
here i unwaveringly
and unwillingly
stand.
martyred,
tortured,
used,
bruised.
for what
is my life
if not to be
used as
the first
lamb
to the
slaughter.
