Ink Stained Soul…

My walls are high.
They have to be.
No one was there.
No one came to save me.
Beaten, raped, shattered full of dread.
Unable to live.
The walking dead.
I lose spaces of time.
When something creeps in.
Every thing gets hazey.
My vision starts to bend.
Retreat and heal more.
That’s what I need.
Life adding more cuts.
To my already 1001 wounds that still bleed.
No one tells you but you somehow know.
Your life will never go back.
All you can do is grow.
So grow is what I am always looking to do.
Grow from things that killed the girl no one every really knew.