Heart ache of the wrench

She was told she was told, she was told off allot. 

She was scold, she was scold the water was scolding hot. 

Wretch was emotional recked over the evil doings of the comers and goers.

The agony and heart ache of the little cries that where unheard. 

Ignorance of the perpetrators that perplexed due to being so deranged. 

No wonder she was called different and strange. 

Amongst the pointy fingers was a dream of the set free. 

Within the disappointment was a wretch that suffered terribly. 

No amount of tears would make them stop. 

No amount of anguished feelings could replace the loss. 

They did what they did, that much is true, and the everlasting scars shure has, had a negative effect on you. 

Wretch you longed for power and karma to revenge the little body made powerless. 

It's really surprising that you did not end up raving loon attic  enormous mess. 

What was it in your heart that could not be imprisoned nor observed. 

What was it in your conscience that left you undisturbed. 

The number they did on you wretch, was wretched indeed.
 
Tried to kill you before you had a chance to grow any productive seeds. 

This made your progress slow, so poor unloved wretch didn't get time to say goodbye to the things and father that mattered. 

Another thing that shattered. 

With her immortal soul. 

For all that they took away, for the subconscious that had to be silenced.

So wretched occurrences did not plage the older  version of the helpless one. 

​​​​​​A lengthy journey half undertaken. 

A precious life half forsaken. 

I see the leftover impact of the child beaten down in the heart ache of.

 They will never pay. 

Those evil tones that told a burdening.

Burning nightmare of  vulnerable, unwanted, unloved neglect. 

No trust in anything but personal regrets. 

Blame sticky and uneasy for a failure in the minds eye. 

And the pity of it all, is that there hatred left her bald. 

There actions caused a palpitations of a weary ached heart. 

And she was always worried and scared that there was no such thing as fair, and no one seemed to care. 

That the evil was prevalent everywhere.

Saved yourself from continuing to be a wretch for a reason yet to find. 

I guess I'm glad you have had a chance of mind. 

And that insecurities are  no longer the issue within the tissues, and your sense of stability is questionable at best. 

The wrench wondered exactly what was important, as everything was so distorted. 

There was no easy answer.

there was no easy way out.

That the Latitude and fortitude of the conversation, and the wrong answers that realized that there was no way to explain the consequences of emotional pain. 

 
Wrong answer said the breath of the Dark there's always a fresh start.