I hide from the sun, I am not worthy of it’s light
I am dirty, unloved and acursed fit only for the night.
My body, brusied and often bloody aches from misuse.
Good only for to sate their lust, hate and abuse.
No longer do I bathe. I cannot remove the dirt
Or the guilt so why bother, they will use me. I hurt
But I no longer cry or refuse there is no point.
There is less pain if you submit and comply.
Half forgotten memories, plague my days, of sunny times
Of home and freedom, love tenderness … Nursary rhymes.
All lost to me now there is none of the old me here
All gone , no one knows I am here. If I die no one will care.
I hide from the sun, I am not worthy of it’s light
I am dirty , unloved and acursed fit only for the night.
My body, brusied and often bloody aches from misuse.
Good only for sating their lust and hate and abuse.