Everything was cold,
the house, my room,
my mother most of all,
cruel, calculating, but mostly cold,
to her child,
to me.

Life didn't apply to me,
only madness,
emotions brought pain,
thinking, disappointment,
obeying stopped my hunger,
killing stopped the beatings.

She experimented with my mind,
my body,
my soul.
Forced to যোগদান with liquid despair,
it turned my blood black,
black,
black like my future.

My প্রথমপাতা wasn't safe,
just a place for pain and killing.
My mother wasn't loving,
only wanting what I could become.
My body wasn't private,
shared between a demon and my soul.

I was never left alone,
joined with a monster.
Painful prodding and beating,
he drove me onwards to meet our needs.
Self-preserving and defensive,
for himself অথবা me, I was never sure.

With him in a world I didn't understand,
living was something scary,
that I didn't know how to deal with.
Thoughts brought discomfort,
madness took over,
and the future turned black,
black,
black like my blood.