Tornado

June 22, 2013

So

Maybe someday

He’ll see me

As a real person

And not a pawn for

Knives twisting in my gut

Because I never asked for this

Life or the lack thereof, its mystery

The days of all emptiness and pain

Guilt for lack of being a normal human

You see, I never chose what I was dealt

I am struggling just to breathe in and breathe out

For he suffocates all of me in a vacuum

A vortex of twisted hatred disguised as love

Hands that squeeze soul out of being

Words that hurt like metal shards

Slammed doors in my face

I shake, I shake

Where to go

What to

Do