Verbally and physically abuse me day and night
Laugh at my pain, never lend a hand to help me up
Yelling at me as if I’m a dummy filled with no life
Throwing things at me like I’m your personal dump

Burning me with your used cigarettes, loving my cries
Keeping me in the basement away from the light and civilization
Broken since the age that I am blank about, but not the lies
Voice gone from massive screaming, crying, and deep depression

Never allowed to change my filthy clothes
Numerous attempts to escape but failed
Knotted hair hiding my bloodshot eyes, now self loathed
Always in the same spot, only my eyes move to read expired mail

Told I had this coming, shot down a year ago
Stored down here at 12yrs old
Always told I have nothing else to live for
Starting to believe it all, I’m like an empty plain door

That’s the end of me

**This poem means that the girl trapped in the basement of her parents home, neglected, hated, despised, tortured, and treated as if she doesn’t belong. The parents don’t see it but inside the fire of rage rises every day that she lives on, she wishes that justice will come and she will escape but she’s too weak to move a muscle and is only able to move her eyes behind her sweat soaked hair…they will not get away with it is what she thinks in her mind 24/7**