Shackles bore down,

    on the inches of skin.

The scars heightened

    in the dark.

Wounds to be seen

    for all.

Yet, none did anything.

More wounds were to be seen,

    gory marks,

made them turn away.

They said get over it,

    don't be so down.

But did they not notice

    the stronger she got

    the weaker she became.

As if they didn't want her

    to come back.

So, she confined it in a box,

    to sufficate.