Out of the Fog

You lend me from hands to hands,

I wept as I returned to a place you said was my home,

Being an obligation,

I only begged sometimes for a little relief,

Upon the blood swamped sheets,

I tried to sleep, yet sometimes hurled in grief and pain (As raped forcefully),

A place you feared the most, said was the society,

Even they never questioned your actions and did the same,

Dreading from those narcissistic,

You put my life on stake,

Was it because I am a girl,

Who could bring you some food, by letting them shred me into pieces,

I understand it's a little late,

But, now I choose to say no,

To harassing and getting beaten to death,

As I free myself from this mess and hole (thought hole - a place of unclear thoughts),

Tomorrow early at dawn,

You will find my body hanging in the courtyard,

As I move out of the fog (state of delusion),

To a better place, created by non-dysfunctional humans, who better guard!