Quiet and soft.
Scared and lost
Impaired from abuse.
Help comes your way, but you refuse.
Shaken and crippled.
Shattered mind and little.
Distaste, but also numb.
Not knowing the outcome.
Your murmurs are never heard.
This form of treatment is absurd.
Run away, run far.
Before your body receives another scar.
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