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Post by brandnewmessiah on Mar 13, 2008 9:20:55 GMT -6
Awake, to another night of my mistakes
The consequences of the rules you say I break
Your hate is black and blue inside my eyes
Won’t stop until one of us dies
I’m here waiting for it to end
In fear, of you coming back again
I’d scream but no one cares to hear my cries
My dreams have always been made up of lies
In Hell
Is where you’ll take me if I tell
I’m already there so I might as well
I’m done
I’m never heard by anyone
Maybe they’ll listen when I speak with this gun
Fuck you
What am I suppose to do
When it’s my face you’re putting your fist through
No way
Can’t take this shit another day
It’s time to end this game
Smile pretty, the pleasure from pain is so fitting
Never happy until you see the blood that I’m spitting
Another bruise like tattoos of your anger
My noose is this family that I hang for
Whose who when all you see is a failure
The truth is I’m the reason to unveil your
Disease, the rot that eats at you on the inside
Because it was the same way in your life
Go away
So many times for this I’ve prayed
One day
I promise you you’re going to pay
For all the pain
Through the years I’ve had to explain
To sustain
Some kind of honor to our name
A child
Should never feel as if he’s been defiled
By the one
Who created him and calls him son
But I figure
With the pull of this trigger
I’m saved
Peace at last in the grave |
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Post by anirbas on Mar 15, 2008 16:04:35 GMT -6
*CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!*
Intense and brilliant...As always, telling it like it is...
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Post by kathylynn on May 1, 2008 15:38:53 GMT -6
A true write about a child that has been abused by his parents. Too little to fight back and help themselves. Threatened that if they tell anyone they will be beaten worse. How sad this world is that young children find to take their own lives is the only way out. A very moving write you have shared here with us. Bravo
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Post by anirbas on Aug 18, 2014 22:15:41 GMT -6
Bump.
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Post by debo on Aug 20, 2015 2:10:52 GMT -6
Another deep dark write about abuse and how it is passed on.
This is one I wrote:
Dirty Floor,
An unforeseen heartache
That cracks her very soul
She feels her shattered heart
Oozing from her pores.
What happened to the
Happy girl that once
Made her life whole.
Now she is empty a shell
Of what once was so pure.
The monster slowly bleeds her
Heart of love and hope
With each wicked word spoken.
Is he smiling at what she has become
His blackened soul satisfied at
Knowing he has won.
The monster looks down at her
With evil in his coal black eyes
And he feels nothing
As she squeezed the trigger
One last time.
Look at your reflection in
Her crimson colored life
Now in puddles on
This dirty floor.
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Post by heartfelt7 on Oct 12, 2015 11:44:36 GMT -6
How MOVING this is!! I kind of felt the music in this and wondered if you'd heard this quote from Bob Marley: "Truth is everybody is going to hurt you: you just gotta find the ones worth suffering for." You really express your feelings well - you too, Debo. Thanks for a great read.
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