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*The boy you call lame works every night to support his family. *The girl you call fat Has a disease and is anorexic. *the girl you pushed down today is being abused at home.
Justin gets up and darts off in a limping fashion and Reggie comes over. His face is bleeding but he's smiling down at me.
From the day I was born You set me off to wonder alone I was so young and naïve Even though I tried, there was nothing I could achieve You said that I was worth nothing and useless You didn't...
Yes dear, I see the plane Flying up there So high, in the blue sky Yes, isn't it high up, dear. Come here now, dear one We must go Where. Somewhere darling, somewhere away from here Why.
She remembers fields of daisies that grew in the midday breeze. A stark contrast to reality and her life that once held dreams. Her eyes have seen the world at a time of its beauty and peace.
(S)hattered sense of self esteem (H)aunts her every day (E)ven worse - the constant guilt (W)hy won't it go away.
Motionless I lie, a dead expression held upon my face. All feeling has turned numb from the jagged tear that has been inflicted.
The face looking back at me looked spoilt. Puffy white cheeks with sunken eyes ringed in black tiredness. My dark lashes clumped together and you could hardly tell that my eyes were blue.
Tears fell from his deep set brown eyes, he screamed though not in agony. This was a scream of relief.
Viridi woke up with a start. Cold sweat mixing with tears. flashes came back to her, images of thirty odd men bursting from the trees around her house. Flash, flash, flash.
Chapter One The paint was peeling off the blue front door and the glass was broken. Graffiti covered the house and the garden was a forest, I felt miserable.
I have one actually goal in life. I want to graduate and I want to live to turn 18 and when I turn 18, I just wanna run. I wanna get as far away as possible from where I am right now.
"You are beautiful!" They said. "But can't you see my flaws?" I ask. "Can't you see these lines that form.
Pent-up anger, Pent-up hurt, Don't yell at me Voice so curt. Leaking terror, Leaking fight, Please don't hurt me For tonight. Waiting smirking, Waiting bites, I don't like dark Leave the lights.
Your smile is red Your eyes are blue The same as my tears I'm still crying for you You hurt me bad And now we're through But the question is, Can I get over you.
I finish brushing my hair and begin to get ready for bed. I open the bottom draw of my large dresser and pull out two neatly folded, cream coloured blankets. "Catch!" I laugh.
Words are a beautiful thing. Words can make the simplest of minds see through the eyes of a vivid imagination.
Letting your mind wonder. Letting your mind race. The things you remember. You thought you'd erased. The anger returns. Like it never left at all. Knuckles go back to bleeding. Just like before.
Slut That's my name I'm a dirty little whore. Easy. Hoe. No one knows what I've been through. The thoughts that chill my heart like ice, the night that played again and again in my head. On repeat.
I wish you would have listened, When I said I couldn't, But on my hand you was gripping, Just like I knew you shouldn't.
A little trace of wrinkles on her face From an act of kindness that she disgrace A neat ajustment on her satin lace That is holding her together In her purple haze While the sinister and sad her...
She hides behind a smile. Crying all the while. She'll tell eventually. But it'll take years. She really is hiding behind those tears. "I'm sorry I never knew". And I never realised too.
Fire, blazing fire, Crimson, amber, gold. Twists of ash and embers, Souls burnt and memories cold. Fire, burning, fire, You can hear his fearsome roar.
I guess I'll fall into this trap. I guess I have no choice. I tried to scream but no one heard. I guess I have no voice. These wounds I thought that time would heal. I guess that I was wrong.