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My Personal Torture

In my chest there is no heart

Nothing to make me love

Around me, my family is falling apart

I ask for help and am given a glove


Is there no hope left for me?

No reason for me to wake

I can't even let me be me

Out of fear of making a mistake


When I am hungry, I am given a stone

When I am thristy, I am given fuel

Then left to suffer on my own

And told I am nothing but a stupid mule


I am told that what happened to me was compassion

And that I should calm down a little

I am told to show my passion

And make my bones brittle


Instead of helping me beat my fear

They just scream and shout

They sit and count every fallen tear

Talking about pulling my tongue out


They said they will be there

And promised not to laugh

But when I talk, all they do is stare

And stab me with a stalf


They said I will always have their love

That they will never make fun

They stand there, hit me with a stolen glove

And dance as my sanity comes undone


They want me to jump when they talk

To sing when they ask

They blind me and tell me to walk

They don't care that it is an impossible task


I am told to get it now

I am ordered to hold it, even if it burns

They want it, but how to get it, I just don't know

Just thinking of it and my stomach churns


I don't care who they are

I don't care why they are here

I wish upon the brightest star

To make them live in fear


Their sands are running out

They can feel it ending

They can't stop it, all they can do is pout

They sit down and cry as their bodies start bending


They caused all the trouble

But all they can do is ask why

As they watch the water bubble

Then try to tell me one more lie


I have finally been set free

All my suffering is done

Everything is new to me

All I want is to have some fun


There is nothing more to worry about

Only people who are kind

No one that will ever doubt

But will make my body and soul bind


There is no one to make me cry anymore

To tell me to go away

No one to throw me into a door

To tell me I am going to pay


My scars are finally healing

My tears have began to end

There is no one left to steal this feeling

My heart just might mend.

©Josh West

2009

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