Here I Stay. 

Alone to Time, a slave to myself.

I seethe in my own recluse, a grasped feeling in my heart weighing in absolute silence that I have come

to know and fear, A silence that is so oppressive and empty my eyes drift to the overly grey life that I have lived. Nothing seems to feel real, emotion? love? sadness.

Watching those whom I've known for what feels like a faint lifetime die and quickly fade from my memory. An absent family that seems to be nothing more than a visage of my impending disdain 

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for familiar affections, as all I know is verbal and physical abuse from those who pretend to care for me. 

I lived in my own Shattered mind, fragmented from the pain you cause to me, beating me with the old bat that you hide in your closet stained with malice and disgust for me. 

I haven't heard your footsteps come for me, the house sits still as the first lights of dawn come through my boarded up windows. 

I will sit lifelessly until I hear that familiar creaking, yelling and the shifting locks that keep me here in my perfect life.

Alone. Quietly waiting to sleep.