Trapped In My Mind

Abuse... Such a small word, but its fingers Grow and merge and tangle around your soul, Consuming you at times and trying to Pull you back into that black hole. As every nerve in your body leaves You scarred, twisted and torn, As you ask again and again What was my reason to be born My lungs start to shrink until I Can no longer breathe My stomach tied in knots Until I physically heave His smell, always trying to claw back in my brain circling around and around till it drives me insane My heart beating faster as darkness Closes around My ears continually straining for The slightest of sounds My eyes have to close as the Nightmare engulfs me once more My cries in the night that make My throat sore Abuse, such a small word, but I Trust no-one no more!