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Click hereWhat do I see.
Standing toe to toe,
With a Mirror.
What looks back,
Just a shell,
From many years of hell.
Mental, Emotional, Physical.
Too many years of abuse.
Daddy molested her,
In the quiet of night.
While Mommy stood silently by.
None had known or didn't want too.
Many more had made their marks,
Upon her cheeks and more.
Dancing with the devil,
The angels would have wept.
Never backing down,
As an object came from out of no where.
Forgotten over time,
Except whats inside.
Looking in the mirror,
All that is seen clearly.
For someone so un-pretty,
And never good enough.
Not even jacked up,
Held down and raped.
Raped when he wanted it,
Nothing mattered more then sex.
Hard fast, in the pussy, in the ass.
He didn't care long as he got her knocked up.
Years of drugs and alcohol,
Dulling the pain,
Drowning in sorrow.
A pit of emptiness.
With no ray of hope,
That many didn't know it.
Looking in a mirror,
She is a shell,
A vessel of pain.
Broken, unloved and unwanted.
Its all that she's known.
She can go no longer.
Standing toe to toe,
Looking in a mirror.
What is seen,
An image of me.
A shell so empty,
And unwanted.
A female sorely mistreated ~ past the point of human endurance.
Years of violence, hate, and pain will drain the soul until, in self defense, there's no one left in there. Very touching write.