It hurts me to write this but Im strong, this is my poem (when I was tortured) when I was tortured I cried full of pain,my nails from my fingers and toes was ripped out,my hands and feet was broken and I wanted to die quick,when I was tortured I couldnt scream because my mouth was ducted taped but all i can see is the guys surrounded me,when I was tortured all I had on my mind is that was that I wished that I didnt have no enemies and I wanted to be in a place called home,when I was tortured I was completely stuck til I broke the chair and crawled my way out when I was in nobodys sight,the pain didnt bothered no more because making to safety was constantly on my mind but when I hide I thank God that I made it out alive and i proudly glad that i didnt die but now you know the story of one of my darkest pain I bare in my life
Posted on: Sun, 14 Dec 2014 05:40:07 +0000
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