LIVING WITH A DEAD HEART

How i felt shortly after my abuse

From beyond a world of pain I see nothing.
Lost, the joy of life—gone.
Feeling alone,
Needing someone to rekindle that light of love.

Family doesn’t see my pain.
Oh tears of silence—
Why, why must I be living with a dead heart?

A heart the no longer wants to beat.
Stilled by pains of family judgment.
Never to beat with vigor again,
Oh if they had known.