I Am Abused
By Akilia, age 14, Oklahoma
I Am Abused
I feel like you see the bruises
I know you see my pain
I see you staring even though you pose as if you're not caring, but dare I say it again?
I am abused.
I worry that you hear my screams and know about my shattered dreams
I hope that you never see what happens behind closed doors
I understand if you don't wanna speak to me ever again, please remember ...
I am abused.
I wish that life would be way easier for us all
I want you to know that I am proud of who I am
I need you to understand how
I am abused.
I'm NOT abused physically, but mentally, abusing myself until I'm sick. Abusing myself until there is nothing left. I abuse myself because of what I am becoming. My brain is dead and so is the world to me. Cold heart, broken bones, shattered canvases, paint everywhere, this isn't even half of what's in my head.