Fractured

So many people asked me how I feel,
“Let it out,” they said, “don’t conceal”
But if they knew what I would reveal,
I’m quite positive they would all keel,

How do I explain this searing torment?
The crisp trepidation of ignored consent,
Having your soul twisted and bent,
Wanting nothing but to be buried in cement,

When I was younger, I feared dying,
The mere thought of death was terrifying,
But when you’re tired of the ache and crying,
The thought of ending it seems satisfying,

I was always told that I was too kind,
That I saw too much good in mankind,
But the abuse of kindness left me disinclined,
To let people disturb my diminutive peace of mind,

It’s easy to see desolation in my eyes,
I was their favourite toy to antagonise,
They knew their actions would traumatise,
A naive soul who easily believed the lies,

All that wretchedness could’ve made me wise,
But it turned me into someone I don’t recognise,
Congratulations, you managed to demoralise,
The innocent soul that adored life and butterflies. 

 

 -Amy x