My tradgedy

We are violated,
Taken advantage of by sickened souls.
We are harassed,
Left strained by too many unwanted demands.
We are touched,
Unwanted hands running down our numb; limp bodies leaving us frozen.
Never wanting the the past to repeat,
Never expecting what happened,
We are left feeling trapped,
No one is listening.
We are scared,
We are isolated,
We are vulnerable,
We are addicted,
Addicted to something to help forget;
Something to ease the pain,
But we are all humans involved in inhumane acts...
Everyone else’s stories become so loud that’s all you can hear.
Pain is a cost of living,
You’d rather leave now and fail once,
Then spend a lifetime failing,
Being just a pin prick in a pin board,
Barely noticeable,
People look; but never see you,
The real you,
You make the people of prior importance the air that you breathe and then they’re gone and you have to keep breathing their toxicity,
Goodness is smudged smeared and blurred around yourself,
Pain takes it’s toll,
Slowly shaping you into a fragile version of your worst self,
Your words now raw,
Time is merely just a thing,
It’s that ticking time bomb,
Tick-tick-ticking,
Life encapsulates you in a overwhelming way,
You say you’re sorry for who you’ve become,
That you won’t slip into your bad habits again,
But you do,
Again and again in a repetitive whirlwind,
You become in ore of mental stability,
Injustice is a life sentence,
Utter desperation swallows you,
You allow it because the fight has been drawn from your soul,
Your bright clothes don’t seem as bright,
Your dark clothes don’t seem dark enough,
Nothing seems to be left,
You’re numb,
Barely stumbling half-heartedly through each bleak day.
And if you were to implode and see yourself you’d see nothing but dullness.