The feeling of hopelessness and depression when I lived with my abusive "father"
I feel… battered…
Like my heart was repeatedly
Pounded.. By the world.
I am pulverized… to nothing.
Nothing but dust.
Nothing anyone gives attention to.
Soliloquy does not help me…
Nor can the creaking door cell
in the storage room.
That is my everything.
I am left to perish… as nobody.
Unimportant.
When I die, no one shall care…
I’m only… the grass beneath your muddy boots.
Getting walked all over…
Unable to stand.
Though numbed… from the pain.
I feel… battered.
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