Poem -

Lobotomy

I want to be free
not physically but in the state of mind
Abuse me all you want,
but I beg you to wait until I have left my body
I have to ask you though
will you feel sick,
or satisfaction
looking at my glossy eyes? 

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Susan O'Reilly

Hi Vanessa great short poem hit a chord with me I found it very sad x

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Vanessa P.

Thank you for reading and commenting Susan 

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Jimmy Arnold

Vanessa,

A very nicely written poem but sad i might add and sad to, for the thought of this abuse being so rampant in today's society, whereby, a person having been reduced down to the point, where they would rather be emotionless,motionless,and just not there in mind and soul, due to constant abuse from another. Avnery sad reality for a lot of female, whom ask for nothing more, than to be offered the same kind gesture they themselves have given to the abuser,the kindest of all gestures and emotions of (love).Satisfaction for those that feed on this form of torture, will also one day be their just reward, leading to their most needed demise..It takes a very sick person to feed off of an (innocent) someone elses, physical and mental torture but then we do have some sick people floating around and amongst us, in our society and unfortunately, the cure for their ailment, is what they so brutally do best and thrust upon others..They to need a taste of their own medicine..Yours writes are very eye catching and does hit home for us all, in some manner are the other.....

Take Care,

Jim   

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Vanessa P.

Yes, and we also have to remember that abusers may have once be abused themselves. I only hope that the abused may grow stronger from this and get better rather than continue the cycle.

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