Tears and Tissues

Can you let me go?
Leave and let me breathe?

Born into a family filled with vanity.
More concerned about her excess skin,
Rather than helping her fix the broken spirit she has within.
Strangle her until she loses her voice
And now she's left with a choice.

Beat her till she cannot stand without her legs and lower back screaming.
Graced with beautiful purple,blue, and black bruises.
Her adrenaline the only thing keeping her running.

Dreams are pointless.
They'll just rip them to shreds and ask her what's wrong with her head.

Fuck her,
 bruise her thighs by gripping them too tight.
 Your finger prints making indents on her hips to hold her still.
Pull her hair and break her hymen.
She'll just lay there taking it because all she knows is violence.
"This is love."
Every thrust takes her further away,
But when she comes back down
She knows nothing's changed.
Her reality stayed the same

"Can I wake up yet?"
She's numb now.
Daddy stayed away
Mommy paid no mind.
 The step parents see her as a mistake.
A life that causes the foundation of their marriages to shake.

She knows nothing but trauma with beautiful moments of karma.

Not a single soul knows the story of her misery.
Queen of repression,  she hides her depression.
During the day she plays the part,
But at night she falls apart and lets thr tears fall.

Doesn't dare to speak a word.
People will tell her she's just beinf absurd.
"They're great people, why would they do something so evil?"

She is absolutely certain as she hides her scars under tattoos,
That everything wrong with her,
All of her issues,
Will just remain tears on tissues.

At 20, she sits in her room
Listening to sad songs and drowning out the world.
Tomorrow she'll pretend nothing's wrong.

Every word and every touch,
Makes her flinch.
Not because she's a little bitch,
But because those around her were a little too rough.
Now she doesn't see herself as good enough.

"No one is going to love you looking like that!"
Grandma, I thought you loved me..
"Don't call me dad."
I thought I finally had a father.
"I wish you weren't my sister."
I wish I wasn't me, brother.

Can I be done yet?
Can I be happy and live my truth?
Not the one forced upon me.

Can I be free?
Can I please be free of all of these tears and tissues.