i   woke up
  in
c-c-c-cold sweat
      panting
   screaming
fearswelled up
   inside My
thud
ding chest
Dying slowly
dying
  quickly

  throughout
   my      thoughts
and      mydreams
  their words
  became
  weapons
    like guns   and
bullets
but  My thin skin
was My
onlyshield
  i couldn’t
fight
      back
    too many
people were against
   one
for me to win
    so i   let them
take advantage of
     My
  Weakness
I stood
My ground   trembling-g-g
   as i looked
them
   in their eyes (i did
  nothing
    wrong
    why am i
     their
      victim?)

   i was
     assaulted by
grenades built
  with lies,truth,   and
  hate
  they hit
pale flesh with bruises
turning   shades
    ofpurple and blue
  holes as the
anger
,frustration,
and bitterness
  in their
  bullets tore
into My flesh
  (who brought
  the firing range?)
Cuts and
  scratches stret-t-t-tched
      along the
lines
ofthe    husk
   i had become
   i wanted
to        scream
  but ive become
   practiced in the art of
           silence
i would
   not back down to be weak
was to let them know they won
            
i had no
where  torun anyways
   where do you
when you are sur-
    rounded
  on every side?

i    was ter-r-r-rrified
shallow
hollowbreaths
i blinked
twice
   just to remind
Myself it
  is okay
to    inhale
short shaky
   attempts to draw air
          into My collapsing
  lungs iwas
  gaining control of
     my body   so i pinched
myself
  it wasn't
        a nightmare it
was   reality
and i lost the
      ability to distinguish
betweenthe two