Confused inspiration from scars
Unwilling to say goodbye
Leaving tattoos on my brain.
Drained of life, of hope, of innocence,
My soul is violently urged
To be polite — Despite unheard prayers
Emotions bruised — Life halted
At who I was, then made to be.
Sent on a pilgrimage through darkness,
Through tears and undying fears,
Forever useful to melancholy,
Useless to benevolence.