Rotting Carcass Poem by Sandra jacks

Abuse is just a word,
Just a thing,
Like anything that once was,
Or in the future could be.

It's just some letters on a paper,
That no one knows but you,
It's just some syllables and sounds,
But its a verb, not a noun.

Hidden underneath,
Within,
Inside your mind is where it lives,
Inside the pain is where it thrives,
Your memories keeping it alive.

You may try to forget,
But flashbacks.

You may try to move on,
But pain.

Blocking it out is only one way to face the problem.
ignoring it doesn't work anymore.
Pretending doesn't work anymore.
Grinding against who you are.
Waring you down.

Am I anyone?
Am I anything?
Why was I even born.
I am disposable.
I am flesh and bone....
A rotting carcass.