mishandled.

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How much longer? Because I can officially admit.. That I'm tired now. I'm tired of staying silent. Tired of excusing the violence. Tired of remaining stagnant. Tired of picking up the very fragments Of me That people don't even take the chance To notice To see The very shards of glass in my knees As I kneel, weak and bleed Out For help So how much longer do I take And tolerate the bare minimum? How much longer do I remain in this position of being broken & bleeding? Twenty more years? To remain unseen? Unheard? Unnoticed? Unhealed? Twenty more years Of being mistreated? Misunderstood ? Of being mishandled? I don't think so.