His Torture

March 27, 2010
I'm young but i feel old.
I'm smart but i feel stupid.
Being trapped and used.
Day in and day out.

Trying to make things work.
Moments of success then failure.

My surroundings feel cold.
I fall in love but automatically cheated.
No excuse for my being abused.
It's prolonged; No timeout.

Kept alone to quiver and lurk.
It's cold and dark in my cellar.

Time goes fast as I grow old.
Day after next I'm recruited.
After my beatings you're amused.
Hell becomes my next route.

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Dexter02 said...
May 20, 2010 at 11:50 pm
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