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lifelesss

I rarely heard her lifeless voice,

Growing heavy in her heart;

Stop… she was whispering,

Staring back at her dirty bed,

Unable to relax her mind,

 

Slowly and painful she moves her body

Forward and leaned on the wall,

With her eyes closed 

Flash of pain twist her face

That make her scream in agony,

 

Higher and higher the sound

Of a voice that roars in her ears

Flitted through her mind,

Arousing pain that tortures her heart,

She screams again,stop,i say stop

Hurting me!

 

Her clothes tore,kicks,blows

And forced to bed with a stranger,

Daytime,overnight,whenever he wants,

Inserts objects when he is done,

Leaving scars on her body,

 

Infected with a disease which burns

Wounds in some parts of her body,

Unable to believe,she shook her head

In disgust and covers her face.