Five days and seven days
127.67
Hours
7,660
Minutes.
459,600
Seconds
Of
Mental abuse
Physical fatigue
Up at 5:00 AM
No sleep
No eating
No sleeping
No walking
No talking
No being
Yet they tell us it's freeing
No autonomy
Yet they tell us it's our bodies
No skipping
Because we'll be missing
The very thing
We came here for
And when you leave
You'll have no spleen
No liver
No heart
No brain
You'll finally be what they want to be
Another zombie in the community
Another brain-dead inconsiderate zombie
In their messed-up soul-******* community

I'm a heart
Trapped in the ribcage
Of your bone-like lies
All I do is try
Somehow that's not enough

I'm stuck in a cage
Left to waste away
You watch while I rot
Laughing it off
With all of your manipulative friends
Partners in crime
Gaslighting friends

In my cage I turn closer
And
Closer
To meat that's rotten
Not cooked but forgotten
I matter nothing to you
But there's nothing I can do
My future lies in the palm of your hand
It's all part of your plan
To strip away my blood
My upper and lower chambers
My left atrium
Right atrium
Valves
Ventricles
My rotten core
Until I
The rotten meant heart
Forever stuck in your ribcage of lies
Is nothing more

Until I
The rotten meant heart
Forever stuck in your ribcage of lies
Is the nothing you want
In today's society

I  hear your shouts
And his screams
I hear his stammered apologizes
And frantic denial
What he did wasn't even wrong
He's just a boy
And you're a man
Why don't you understand
Your job is to help and not scream
What the actual yourself my Dadck do you mean?
You're a father
Not a Sargent
Why are you going off again
Hitting is not disciple
Stop unless you want him to grow up accepting it
So in his room when I hear his muffled screams
I wish for a time machine
To stop you from meeting mom
And save us from our inevitable fall
Your everything ends with our hurt
I love you
But your the fcking worst

"Hmm, lavender"
He murmured into my hair
He smiled against my scalp sensing my despair
I smiled up at him "my shampoo"
His hands on me feel taboo
And suddenly
I regret
Washing my hair
With
Lavender shampoo

Nothing can compare to the hug of a father
Nothing can compare to the lullabies of a mother
Nothing can compare to the joys of childhood
Nothing can compare to the feelings that come from life
I am thankful for the glorious life I live
I sigh
I open my eyes
And I thank God for that heavenly fantasy