Memories Upon Satin Sheets

As I lay my head upon satin
pillows, I start to cry.
So many thoughts race through
my head, I sometimes wonder if
I'd be better off dead.
My body is laying upon satin sheets
that are so smooth, yet my body feels
so rough and rigid.
As I run my hands over my cold naked
body, I get sickened by the thoughts
that race through my mind.
The memories of the sexual abuse that
I endured as a child keep racing back to
my head. Tears keep flowing from deep
inside, there are too many to hide, so I
just let go and let them flow.
As I lay in my satin bed I catch myself
Wishing I was dead,
Dead in body to match my soul.