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36 · May 2020
The person I loved.
Dasani Baptiste May 2020
Today I stand before you, though you can’t see me and it hurts me a lot that you can’t feel me, but I’ve suffered enough fighting for tranquility. Sleepless nights with nightmares that somehow seemed real enough to leave me with physical casualties and not forgetting the days where you would just come home to abuse me.

It’s funny how I never last a second on my feet. You thought I was inferior to every breath you breathe. And though I scream I love you every night I was still beaten black and blue like a slave.

For every second of every day, I sat and I thought of me. Where could I go? Who should I tell? Should I be free? But I was alone and you had the throne. I let you rule with supremacy.

Yeah, ***** I was strong to let you do those things to me. So many times I saw my life flash before me and no it wasn’t the television screen that got broken when you tried to **** me. It was my heart, my soul and everything that I had inside of me.

I thought long and hard of life out of captivity, but depression locked me up and hid me in iniquity. I took knives and pictured myself poking holes in my body but it wasn't worth it to hurt myself for your stupidity.

You never loved me or cared about how I feel. So I took a pistol and burst your brain out, Standing numb like steel, then I cried as if I had just walked in and met you lying dead.  

I panic and like Sonic I got rid of your body. I burnt the house down, and I changed my identity. But I’m fine. I'm finally free from your captivity.

Sadly, I’m now living life on a killing spree.  I killed the person I loved, I killed the person who abused me, the person closest to my friends but closer to my enemy.

— The End —