Female Torture Electric Please Read This Poem. IT's The Brutal Truth?

Please read this poem. IT's the brutal truth? - female torture electric

"Please, Father"

Given this breadth white pole
Sitting in this cold, white.
Sheets of freezing, crippling silence.
A hell of pure white, deep feeling.
The hands are tied in my hair dark brown,
The attempt to start, to leave you.
My life was never like a cannon
I wish I could preach these words.
I'm not a dirty rat to test large
I am a simple level, led by the man ...
My mind is confused ...
There is nothing wrong with me
Stop trying to find something.
I am not so thick, boneless Buck
They expect to decompose,
Listen to my party.
I myself am a child inside.
I'm not your lovely doll
One can put a dress.
I do not care if I am a woman ...
Basically, I'm like a child ...
Let me me, there is nothing wrong.
I want out of this hospital
You see, my father?
Torture is what they offer,
Electric shocks at the temples,
Please let me out.


This poem is inspiredD derived from hospitals of torture and how long that "the girls down," Wild as the present day.