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Home became a cage
A torturing phase was all I had to endure, I lived life like it never existed, I didn't want to be locked by the questions in my head .
Everyday became pages that uncovered the torture I was meant to face.
Leaving the freedom of the sun, to the darkness of my room gave me scares, thoughts of never returning to the sun , thoughts of never living the life I dream of became my daily wears. I was afraid of the shades coming to oppress,I wasn't me again.
I wasn't prepared for this ,why did life push so hard? Why me? These questions were my anthem .
Nobody cared,I don't see a single soul with sympathy for me. If only "Mi familia" lived ,"Extraños" won't cuddle me with spears.
My sanity is now these strangers bed,my purity; their daily food.
Now, even as a child I've lived a thousand years.
 
©moralight