I Have No Choice Poem by Amy Fifita

I felt I had no choice, to get a knife,
And plunge it into my skin.
I hate myself, my scars, my life,
And it's all because of sin.
At your hand you did this crime,
You paid a price, but not it all.
You destroyed this life of what's mine,
You have built all of my walls.
I'm trapped within your buildings,
All the doors are painted on.
And now your crime I'm shielding,
This pain that will last for long.
No one should know this pain,
It'll just cause even more.
And strengthen these heavy chains,
And I'll have more to cry for.
So I'll sit and bleed it all out,
As you worry and fret.
And now you begin to shout,
And still I don't dropp a sweat.
But I'm not dead I'm still alive,
'Cause now this has become my voice
And with pain I'll continue to strive,
'Cause I feel I have no choice.