I am the warden to my own prison. The guard to my own hell. I lock myself in this cell, paying for a crime not due. With her words like daggers, a murder so cold my soul turns to a bitter ice. With her hate, i was killed in the night, a slow day by day death. With this blame, with this hate, this false guilt. Bestowed the poison of her words brainwash and corrupt. Loosing sight loosing touch, loosing feel. The cell becomes my home, it becomes my haven of abuse. Her words reminisce in my mind, the names ricochet like bullets to the heart. The abuse leaves the bruises internally. I am finished The Abuse becomes a constant fear, a constant occurance. The Abuse makes me numb. Like a prisoner in my cell, i endure.