Used and abused.
Do you not know of any consequence.
Tearing though the mind of a young girl
Grimey and gross, filled with guilt
Did i do this? she questions
“don’t speak” she was told
Her justice never found.
Her story never repeated.
He walks. A clear conscious
While she bears the scars
On her wrists
Forever forgotten.
“don’t speak”



Sit, Stare, and Hope.


They walk blindly 

Gazing into the shadows

Streaks of light mirrored by the street lights

They walk 

Blindly, hoping for a better day 

They hold their breath and wish for more

They walk in the dark waiting for the sun

Sit, Stare, and Hope