I am the thing that stalks the night.
I am what might, failed to make right.
Through my past, hells fire burns bright.
I am all that they scream in fright.
I am the emptiness that fills the room.
I am the beaten that still walks.

I recall...
I was a child once.
I believe...
I was innocent once upon a time.

Demons that bred me,
Whore's that nursed me,
Betrayers that stabbed me,
Have turned me into this.

From a child of innocent blood,
to a living nightmare
loved by none.
Used by all.
Forgotten.
Beaten.
Imprisoned.
Nothing of the child survived.

I am, what in their fear
they tried to prevent.
They made the demon,
Others bled it.
More fueled it.

Now I am she.
I am, what their own
shame condemned.
Too weak to fight.
To strong to die.

I survived.

© Kmariepoetry

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