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Take whats left of me...

Poetry By: KJHweir

Torture and punishment of a life.

Submitted:Jan 24, 2013    Reads: 336    Comments: 8    Likes: 5   

I am a young child

I don't have my feelings

You took them away from me.

I have to do things I do not understand

I can no longer lift my hand,

To open the door.

I am a teenager

I can feel my bones beneath my spine

I can no longer lift my body,

I can no longer take what is mine.

You have taken it all away from me

You stole them from me, I can't get them back

My memorys from my mind.

I am a young adult

I cannot lift my head, or eyes

I don't have half the bones I used to

I no longer have a grip

I cannot hold my own hand,

to show I am not alone,

I am lay in this room

dredding you coming back to me.

I have grown up

All I have is the strength to blink

I can only move my eyes to see,

the one place I have been for my whole life.

I don't have my thoughts anymore

I am just one more move away from,

What should of happened before

I do not have the energy,

I cannot even speak

Cannot even blink

Cannot even move

Cannot even think...

I only have the fear of the door,

opening once more.


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