Feeling empty
Filled with shame
That is’nt mine
My thoughts on. Repeat
Sleep refuses me,
WHY! WHY!
Curled up in bed
All I can do is cry
Drowning in my own tears
Screaming this isn’t my shame,
A pain so deep
Like a knife slowly cutting through my soul,
Shame kept me in chains,
Trapped in hell,
My screams unheard,
Driving me insane
Bound in chains,
That pain remained
Like a Fucking blood stain,
Trying to escape
Bound in chains
By the shame that wasn’t mine…
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My name is Crissy >duhu-j-ade
I'm native American,of the pomo Nation
I just turned 44 years old
I've started
writing when I was 10 years old
It was my outlet my only way to release
The pain of was was done to me at a early age
When I write somehow my feeling s get trapped in my poetry and my readers can feel my sadness, for that I do apologise
Everything I write is what I went through
Please I'm not the type for fame
I just want to share my story and hopefully
Help someone else who been through it and my
Need to to inspire them to never give up follow your dreams you don't need someone to Dave you but you just find your will and strength don't give anyone your power to destroy you,fight back please,
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