There are unspeakable things behind closed lips,
My screams and cries unheard.
A constant echo fills my ears of unbearable sounds and words.
I don’t want to hear,
“But I want to.”
Behind closed eyes my imagination wanders,
Yet reality still seeps in,
Petrifying me with unimaginable images.
This is a sin.
I keep my eyes forcefully shut but nothing will help me now,
The smell of smoke fills my lungs and strangles me like his hand.
And all the while I feel nothing at all,
A switch has clicked off in my head,
That was night I decided, I would have been better off dead.