Silenced,
Degraded,
Belittled.
None of which can explain,
The depth of the pain in given.
Writing on paper to escape this world,
Only to turn into anger.

Rage,
Resentment,
Fury.
The coarse of red seeping into my eyes,
My thoughts are muddled and distasteful.
My heart pounding in distraught.

And now left with a mangled body,
Ready for those who take and take,
Knowing I won’t get what was taken.