Thursday, January 29, 2009

Invisible, corrupt, closed off, dirty, depressed
Words whisper in my ear. I wake in a cold sweat; shivering from the disembodied voice whispering to me.
Like echoes from the past, whispers of the future:
You're weak, evil, two-faced, a slut, cold, worthless, difficult, an inanimate object, in the way, just there, emotionless...
Pent up emotions slowly building up and left alone to cower in fear of your thoughts.
Time to curl in a bawl as dry tears stream down your delicate face.
Memories from a tortured and torn past flash in your eyes.
Reach out for a hand, a shoulder or a body to calm you;
but all you know is a voice whispering harshly to you.

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