Surrender

No respect. No honesty.
Duplicity.
Be the best. Be tolerant. Be sane.
Be a shell with no life.
Be a fucking slave.

This is her anger managment.
Having a seed of hate
growing inside her twisted spine.

Bravery hidden in self mutation and ache.
Tolerant to suffer in numb agony
of no salvation and surrender.
Dieing only for Their need.
Collecting pieces of placebo,
when They have sent her for another deed.

Craveing for hope,
no mask, no games to play.
The End.
Craveing for respect,
no lies, no hidden self delusions.

Never give in for Their secret visions.
Never were there for her,
Never has been better than another,
Never cared how she got all these bruises,
Never asked…

…. why she never comes home,
…. why she never says no to another glass dream,
…. why she never shows her true face,
…. why she never felt like wanted.

Slayed innocence.
Invisible.
Dissapeared.
Unwanted.
A Fucking Parasite.

City and streets as a playground,
broken dolls and old trees to climb.
Betrayal begun from the age two.
Another bloodbond. Another mouth to feed.
Betrayal continued on a backyard,
over fences, between bushes and on streets.
In games of suffocation and anarchy.
A childhood maffia. A childhood mindrape.