Unspoken words have been stolen from my lips. 

My mind has been thrown into an everlasting abyss. 




I've been assaulted by pen and rhyme. 

I've been assaulted ...too many times. 

I've drown myself in a deep sea of my own making. 

I've sobbed for my sorry soul that's breaking. 

Do you think this makes me weak?

Do you think the makes me meek?

I've survived a burning hell on my own. 

Survival is in my fragile bones. 

I won't apologize for who I am. 

I've fought too hard for this life, the rest be ******!

I've earned this life I want t keep. 

I. AM. NOT. WEAK. 

Survival is the Lonely's song. 

To myself. I do belong.