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Left within the darkness and the rain,
Chasing shadows on the wall as the teardrops fall,
Masking all the pain,
A life currently stuck on stall, locked behind my wall,

Caught within the cocoon of emptiness and despair,
Solitude is my respite and peace,
Life was never meant to be fair,
How to forget and release?

The bad memories left within the corners of my mind,
Just looking for a celestial sign,
Something to help me rewind,
And just pass this time, help me from remaining blind, just break these chains which forever bind…

I can relate, crying was not allowed in my world by the abuser and by me . He took pleasure in making me cry . Slowly and through many blows ,months of trying he hit me full force and usually I'd get up crying ,but this time there were no tears, victory !! He got so pissed off i got one of the worst beatings ever .To this day i do not cry.I like your poetry it's raw and its real