Invisible

Endured pain

Gone unseen

Empty dreams

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.