the voices beckon
for me to grow up
for me to leave
they call me names that i wouldn't have known
whore, bitch, slut, cunt!
because i was only little
i knew i couldn't obey them
but the smack and crack of their words
the smack and crack of his belt and blades
with one last final scream i belted out
'don't forget how happy i used to be!'
before i surrounded myself