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I feel Pieces of Me Have Been Stolen.

Contributed by deathdrop on Wednesday, 28th July 2010 @ 05:07:44 PM in AEST
Topic: toughstuff



I wrote this in relation to how I completely feel dented in wards by the aspects of abuse and corporate cover ups the mental health system in relation to being abused and purposely failed when the system was supposedly designed to be there to protect and support people like me.

I feel pieces of me have been stolen,
Woken, in suffering.
Broken, by miss understandings,
Woven in and through, the fabric of my emotions,
Like a wicker basket, of love, and poison.
That shells the rest of me,
Deep within miss trust and happiness.
Swirling and burning through seems,
And streams of miss fortune.
With preventable cruelty.
Miss conduct and cover ups.
I feel dropped by trusted resources,
Loved by outsiders from the black horses,
Where remorse for my chain reactions,
Show themselves present in minor fractions.
While other sides are burning with hatred.
How did I reach such an evil place? I feel fated!
Triggered and emotionally punished for reacting back.
The levels of corruption are hidden amongst the lies and the facts.
And I in turn, feel hidden, unreleased through provoked silence.
Miss guided through lies, my opening for truthful words have beckoned.
Closing me down as the memories of miss guidance are evident.




Copyright © deathdrop ... [ 2010-07-28 17:07:44]
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Re: I feel Pieces of Me Have Been Stolen. (User Rating: 1 )
by JamesStockdale on Saturday, 7th December 2019 @ 01:35:54 PM AEST
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Full of angst but very heartfelt.
I like your style.




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