Soul-Sore

All alone and in the dark,      
With nothing on the inside,      
Except pain and a shattered heart,      
Just what are you meant to do,      
When family members turn away?      
     
Blinded by their faith,      
Blinded in their trust      
Their belief keeps them strong,      
As well as protected and blind      
Blind to all of the injustices that take place,      
Right in front of their pious eyes      
     
To tell them of my pain and trauma,      
Is to shatter that believe, that trust, that faith      
Surely to do so would be cruel, if not selfish?      
Yet when I keep quite, they think I’m fine,      
Although I suffer more and more each day, in a thousand different ways      
     
So when I speak up about the past, none believe,      
All they ever want to do, is play happy families      
‘‘Because, God is love,      
God is pure,      
And God never gives us more than we can handle.’’      
This is what they say, ‘Pray, Pray, Pray.’
‘Pray every day, and God will take the pain away.’      
It never ends well when I say,      
‘To believe in God is to believe in Hell,      
And if hell is real, then I pray Satan has fun with you all,  
Coz' shits and giggles are coming your way'      
     
Kicked to the curb,      
By my father, mother, grandmother, friends, and more,      
I once placed trust in the last person I adored,      
Told them of my past, of what had taken place,      
And of the scars that will always last,      
I glanced away to hide the tears and shame,      
Then I looked back once,      
And once I saw the way they laughed at me and my pain,      
When they looked me in my tear-filled eyes and said, 'LOL, I imagined that like a cartoon'      
I walked away from the last person I trusted,      
And I never looked back again.