failed armor

making enemies one by one,
alone I fight 'cause I can't run
my fears are more than what they see
don't know my perps but they know me

one by two and three times four
they hold me down and there comes more
too much to take but they don't care
they take their turns they like me scared

my tears my pain my muffled screams
they insert all their homemade things
to try to top their twisted bests
terror games occasional death

revived to more continued greed
they take it all there is no me
my pleas unheard repeated hurts
captive to their evil works

try and try my efforts spent
sacrificed no help is sent
punished boy nobody's son
every time they prove they've won

Semper Fi

The statistics? 1 in 4, 1 in 6?
...then me the imaginary number

Abuse Part I&II