Author: Prakriti Singh

I felt blind, but could see things in the dark.
I felt dumb, but could speak if my mouth wasn’t taped.
I felt deaf, but could hear my soul screaming.
I felt numb, but could feel the pain.
I felt touch, but without my consent.
I felt scared, in those four walls with those four men.
I felt dead, but could hear my heart beat.
I felt broken, like every part of my body was torn.
Like a rotten egg, I was thrown out in the garbage,
Before I could scream out loud,
I saw my soul leave,
I felt I was dying again, and suddenly stopped to feel,
For one last time, I wished to scream out loud,
But, my death was destined in silence.