No Hope, Yet I Pray
The thumping of the footsteps only made my heart beat faster.
I started squirming, only to hear chains rattle.
There was no hope.
No matter how many times I screamed, no one cared.
No matter how many times the whip hit me, I lived.
It was a curse.
Just kill me already.
I am no longer afraid of dying.
I am praying for it.
Everyday I break down, emotionally, physically, mentally.
I know I am weak, they will use that.
I am just a toy, to a master with no face.
They leave, with the door slamming shut.
It was over, for now.
I will heal, but not completely.
I will always be broken.
They will be back.
For they show no mercy.
There was no hope, yet I pray for death.