I lie my head upon my pillow each day wondering with sweat and tears, "Will I enter sweet dreamland or nightmare city while I sleep? If I do sleep. Which ever comes, may I please, wake up feeling rested and safe?"

Many years have past since all of you perps have hurt me. All though what you do now is peer into my nightmares. Creating all the pain of the past to rush upon me like a roaring river. I strain to breath through the pain. This has sent me to a wicked place that makes me feel insain. In this place is filled with sharpness and blood flowing from flesh. If your actions were a ploy to bring joy, then it was all in vain. Joy for you maybe, and some pleasure for me if only for a moment. That pleasure brings guilt upon me as well as all the pain. "What were you thinking?!?" Now darkness fills my days, tears of agonizing pain and streams of blood drown me. Scars upon my flesh that doesn't compare to the horrible wounds you had to hide to put within me. I scream sometimes, "Why me?" While other times I can't get a sound out at all. I wait for an answer to my question. For temporary comfort, but may be a lie, an answer comes to mind. "I was strong enough, while others couldn't handle this torment." Thinking immediately, "What an insain thought. Strong? Ha!!!" This body is torn to shreds revealing very little of the pain inside. Breathe is gone from drowning in tears and blood. You pigs need to go wallow in a pool of mud with shards of glass. Then tell me I am strong. You bunch of liars.

I lie my head upon my pillow each day wondering with sweat and tears, "Will I enter sweet dreamland or nightmare city while I sleep? If I do sleep. Which ever comes, may I please, wake up feeling rested and safe?"