Turmoil

The nightmares keep me awake at night. Like distant shadows creeping, while I lay still like a corps weeping in a far corner,
is this the Pain of a broken heart or is this the pain of betrayal? Is this the result of one once trusted who hath a fondness for sodomy, or be it cousin and pals who be fond of knives hot bottles and rape,

or maybe pray not be it the pain of having once found religion, only for religion to turn upon me? Spitting scratching chasing me, only to spray upon me water scented with what ails me, crying "Thy beith the spawn of Satan, thy who be within the sinners path hath no choice but to die the death of thy mythical Christ".

No that isn't this pain I feel. For what i feel is far greater,
I feel the pain of all tha has been and of what is yet to come,
I'm just a little girl who seeks unconditional love, waiting for warm loving arms to wrap around her so as for her to weep the pain away..

Till then like a corps i lay still here in my dark cold corner with tears streaming down my cheeks replaying all tha has been done to me and that of which is still to come.