Confined and Concealed , by Krysta Cash Subscribe to rss feed for Krysta Cash

Confined and concealed,
from his grip I'll never get out.
It's like a house with no doors,
You can scream and shout but never be heard,
Never be rescued.
I cover up all the fear and pain you conflicted on me.
I lie to loved ones with another,
I'm okay.
Bruised and bloodied, hand marks on my body.
Tighten your grip,
Let one last breath slip,
No longer confined and concealed.
Posted: 2013-04-16 20:50:01 UTC

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