The Forgotten Ones

Bruises line my body. Bones broken left to heal on their own. Beaten for the things they say I have done wrong.

Skin and bones. Malnourished. Eyes hollow with the need to eat. Starved as punishment for loss of control of my body.

Cigarette burns singe my flesh. Blades peel away imperfections. Mutilated as a form of entertainment.

Locked in a darkened cage. Bound and whipped. Left for days. Abandoned because I am unwanted.

I am not safe here. Yet no one comes to my rescue. Silent screams because no one is listening.