I was pushed into a dark opening,
My forearms forced out in front of me.
I couldn't move my arms.
I Peered into the vast darkness,
Unable to see what was in front of me.
A loud screeching filled my ears deafening me momentarily.
My heart began to race and suddenly,
two owls, a look of fierce insanity in their eyes,
Outstretched their claws
And began scratching open my forearms
Deep, and raw like hamburger
But no blood was shed.
The pain was deep,
An emotional killer inside
As memories of the past filled my head
Razors, deep cuts
I tried to ask for help,
But they all said it would heal
They said I would get better
That this would help.
But I'm not better
The pain is still there
The scars ripped open
And bleeding deeply.
When will this end?