I watch you;
Too weak to yell
Too weak to fight
Too tired to raise my voice
You tear me down
A woman no more
As though I had a choice
I try to stay true
To who I once was
To fight to stay alive
But your grip on me
Proves relentless
To kill the fire that hides inside
You know you've won
Before I open my mouth
I'm barely on my feet
Every day I try to better myself
Though it's my heart I cheat
Too tired to leave
Too defeated to try
I cry myself to sleep
If I don't find
Some shelter soon
Then it's my soul you'll keep
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Sian N. Clutton
A horror and thriller writer at heart, who's recently decided to take a stab at other genres.
I sincerly hope you find something that either touches your soul or scares your socks off.
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