"Damaged Goods"

A look into my past is a place where one dare not be.
Doors in my mind that should remain closed.
A psychopath, sociopath, bipolar at the least.
A place I dare not go, only in my dreams.
The coldness, the crudeness, the brutality, the sheer abuse.
As I drift into my dreams I see her as if she were a demon floating towards me in anger.
She is coming for me and I have nowhere to go.
Her fist are like a hammer.
I can feel her fingers strangling my neck as I am pinned to the wall.
Please, someone help me, I can't breathe.
I try to wake up, but find myself in a dark room.
Where am I? I can't see!
I am suffocating, oh God please help me.
Panic, fear, I have to calm down so I can think.
It's the cellar, a common place where she finds some kind of sick satisfaction.
Out of sight, out of mind, isolation, lock down.
I pray out to God to save me.
She says there are snakes down here.
So I close my eyes and clear my head.
I open my eyes and find myself free.
Another day I am awake.
I am grown, I am strong, I am a survivor, and I am victorious!
Only now a prisoner in my dreams.