What is shame?
A broken toy?
A broken child?
Is she a thing?
Is she tame?
Is she something that can be claimed?
An unchanging stone, a gun with blanks
A chilling cold that eats the bone. a raging storm beneath the sea
A tuneless melody plays through the trees.
A silent scream of pain and shame
A broken anger left untame,
Kept in a box to keep her safe.
Maybe one day all this will end,
with only the remains of her bloodstains.
We couldn't catch our breath,
under the feather pillow
We tried to laugh, as we play
Ignoring the panics of breathless gasp.
Then we became frozen
our little minds screamed
Then we became frozen
our little minds stays blank
Then we remain frozen
so that we couldn't understand
because we didn't understand
so that we didn't understand.
Anger storms and screams
Yet she can't be free
the cycle of sun rise and sun set
The beauty and the ugly.
one slit, two slits, 3 slits
one slash and a spill
How deep, is too deep?
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