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Teter Toter
Wheres the cat
Stumbling almost hitting his head
Night jutting out
Peeking to make sure no else is around
Chains creaking on the door
It pains me to see you screaming
Tell me more
Gulping down cold fresh water
The voices taunting me
I was going to say how i got here but why bother
Darkness inviting
But I shouldn't accept such an invitation
My family shouting
They want me here
But what if my smile disappears
My problems being brushed off
Being taken by my fears
The voice not mine
Crying so much that I
Only see high tides
He grabs my arms
Shaking,trying to tear us apart
I wish not to leave
Staying quiet having my problems whisper in my ear
I shudder refusing to be docile
Like I’ve been taught
My head pounds “I've have enough”
Like a broken record player
My plan only being read by the stars
He chuckles
Finding my pain entertaining
Knowing I dont have the guts to flee
His questions so draining
“How are you”
“Are you okay”
Every single fricken day
I'm not allowed to have friends
But I have them
Sarah and will
Twins that give me stories to occupy my time
John
He fights when I cant
Mealha
Helps me fly when i'm chained away
I talk to them every second
He cant be mad if they’re in my ear
I talk to them I talk to him
Just waiting until the next year
Fed bread, meat and water
But the only constant taste is my tears
I don't know his name
Is this my face?
But why me
Waiting for me to call time out
His smile glinting
In the slither of moon light in my room
He calls it a room but this is just a tomb
A place for no one to hear my whimpers
No one to see my fears
No one to try and stop him
Death dripping off my skin
I used to hear the dripping
But Ive found a way to staple my ears.
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