Pieces of me, scattered around, 
A silent screaming voice, drowned completely out.
Pieces of you, the victim unheard,
The cause unspeakable, the consequences absurd.
Pieces of them, silently abused,
Ever told they're worthless, always simply used.
Pieces of the victim, taken, broken, lost,
Messed up, always then discarded, no one gives a toss.

The End

4 comments about this poem Feed