They came to my house
I curled up in a ball
Hoping they couldn’t see me
Trying to make myself small
I refused to speak
They’d already made up their mind
I can’t dodge them forever
There’s no place to hide
It’s time to come with us, they said
And I hide away further and cried.
No amount of pleading
Or protest to another chance
Swayed their minds this time
They’re being firm
No wiggle room
For the first time in weeks
My face crumbles
The tears start pouring
I can’t hide, pretend, lie anymore
No more final warning.
Dragged from my home
To place worse than hell
Greeted with threats of death
Terrified to my core
Trying to hold on by a thread
But I’ve given up, hopeless
All I want is to be dead.
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