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I was walking near my death; I walk in a path where you could see my tears and my blood, that path where I feel daggers stab my heart.

As a prisoner, that is crossing the same passageway to the gallows for death sentence; my feet lead me to a place where my suffering is grappling with the last breath remaining of me to take my life

~ You are here

This is what my lips uttered about "why they are there"

These monsters that made me like this, that made my life like this, overthinking and anxiety were the leaders of it, and they extinguished the only light that was shining that darkness, I walked towards them, I was afraid, Chills spread throughout my body, my feet became like jelly, barely carrying me, and I answered with a faint voice, near a whisper.

~ Yes?

Someone pulled me from my jacket back, which made me retreat and fell and this has started their ritual when they see me, One of them kicked me and then another person came and stopped me to punch me and another slapped me and so I went as a boxing bag like always I was just waiting for the time when they will have enough , when they will stop so I can run away and hide Between this and that Nobody interferes or ask me if I was fine, if I was injured I was fed up and no longer wanted to defend myself, Why would someone do that for me or why should I do that? I'm a weirdo and a boxing bag, no one understood me and no one will even if I beg for help no one will came and of course I stopped that , I stopped waiting for that person who could protect me if I wasn't able to do that by myself , i no longer want to watch what happens to me , Just feeling enough, I turned my face and as always he was there looking at me with pity and pain, I never wanted someone to see me like this, it is worse than feeling beaten, I could not bear looking at him longer than a few seconds so I closed my eyes , surrendering to my destiny, then I nearly seen him leaving without uttering a word, I felt like not belonging, Just a parasite, Just a small fell into the adult world, prey for hungry monsters on a plate, Finally they got bored so they left me there as a body and his soul stood impotently staring at him, that body that bears their hatred for me is their constant thirst for violence and had added to that bruises on her soul and bleeding wounds in the heart.