Remembering abuse
I am scared to death
It is dark
The ground is moving under me
I am not free
I walk along the streets
I play outside
I am taken from my home
And placed in someone's pressure dome
People on top of me
Things inside too
I am silently crying from fear
Nothing before me is clear
I look at the ceiling
I touch the cold hard ground
I see a darkness
I feel a painful sharpness
I go inside
Of my own mind
To try and find
That place of peace
To survive this unthinkable
Hell