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I don't know if I'm bring bullied. My friend at school aren't being very nice all the time. On of my friends insults me and calls me a twat, I don't know if it meant as a joke.
She slouched immobile a broken puppet as he pulled her strings moving and controlling her every flinch, generating her pain.
I took a chance, I took a shot/and you miGht think I'm bullet proof, bUt I'm not/you took a swing,I took it hard/and down hEre from the ground I see who you are ;(chorus)/I'm Sick and tired of you...
Trapped inside a cave of despair, No light, no hope, no anywhere. It's been building up for far too long I'm not innocent but I'm not so wrong.
Being grown seems like a fantasy Something that's escaped from me I'm lost in my reality Something short of a fatality You bind me in chains Your blood courses through my veins How could you...
In photographs of days gone by. I see a sparkle in my eye. Now my eyes are full of pain. The light inside them starts to wane. What happened to those joyful years. The vestige of them disappears.
I wrote this 14 months ago. I don't know whether to cry or laugh at the ending. Just wish I could hug the old me and tell her "It's gonna get worse before it gets better".
Sorry a bit of bad language. I'm just the girl people befriend just because she's kind, Ever thought what's going on in her innocent, mature mind.
For every time you put me down. For every word that stung. For every cruel shout and frown. For every punch you flung. I'll tell the world of my misfortune. I'll tell them what you've done.
The banging never ceases. The noise increases. "Mummy, when will this stop?". She'll scream again when another will drop. Her mother will hold her near. Being careful not to shed a tear.
Another lyric I wrote when I was at age of 10 I was told I have gift of 'all seeing eyes' #emotions #reality #sick #truth #humanbeing #hate #misery #suffering ---------------------- Sitting on the...
Show your love. Reel me in. Don't make it end. Let it begin. Pick me up. Throw me away. Just like trash. But it's okay. It strangles me. Your golden hair. I cannot breathe. I get no air.
Use me. Cut me. How would you like me served Bloody and raw or cooked to perfection The leg, the heart, which section.
Black and blue But worse than a bruise I still choose you for an escape Hand in hand down the darkest corridor I don't know who I am anymore I trip over the smallest cracks and you just laugh And...
You love your power,. Maybe I should shout louder,. Before this turns sour,. You love your power,. It's what she's always desired,. She will never retire,. At being a controlling mother,.
Before they understand what life means it is often taken away from them. Before they realise the slaps and punches are wrong they are black ad blue.
*** Everyone, I can't take credit for this gorgeous piece. It was written by my good friend and I loved it so much I just had to share it. *** Just his little puppet, I am bound by tangled strings.
Silence is profound,. When you aren't around,. Comforting me,. Effortlessly,. Just the sound of the tick tock,. The hands of time pass on the clock,. The silence when your here,. Deafens my ear,.
You told me you loved me. I still wanted more. You said i was beautiful. And i pushed you on the floor. You bought me nice things. Though i didn't appreciate. You spent all your money on me.
I loved You so much, I Would do everything for You . I loved You , cared for You, the best I could. But it was not good enough.
(Not finished needs work) She was the coldest woman he'd ever known, A heart of stone continuous monotone and rough sex , Cold nights against cold sheets , alone.
I'm walking down to the coffee shop. Our coffee shop. He'd always get me a large and himself a medium. He would let me sit while he got our drinks. He was my first love.
You say you look terrible, Your hair looks a mess. You don't realise what's happened, You like yourself less and less. You say you sound terrible, But your voice is pure and rich.