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Run. I can hear myself screaming it at you, I can feel the tears rushing down my cheeks. I can see my hand reaching out for you, trying to grab you, to pull you to me one last time.
Watch the burn, And act the victim. One day maybe, But I still can't forgive him. Why are your demons male. Maybe because of Father, when he turned me frail.
Stuck inside, curtains closed, Light filters in on your face.
It was raining again. The world had turned dingy, smokey, and bleak. Again. The incident yesterday at the hospital seemed a far away memory in this place.
Why does it matter if I have scars on my body. Why does it matter if I refuse to hide my scars in shame. Why does it matter to you. It's my life. I am who I am.
that girl you just called fat. She's overdosing on diet pills. The girl you just called ugly. She spends hours putting on make up in hope people will like her. See that man with the ugly scars.
As he holds the rear saddle Of my bike, I peddle so hard with all my might, Concentrating on my balance, Feeling safe with his promise and still a little fright Trust and love is as solid as stone...
Why couldn't I find the strength All I know wasn't right Just let it slip on by Same night after night Nothing changed I wish my thoughts could be heard by him I didn't want to lose him through...
"It's gonna be alright." "Time heals all wounds." You say these words to me Yet I can't understand How you think you know that it will be Since you've never been through what I've been through So...
Crunch. Was that a crunch in my head. That can't be normal... i can feel the blood dripping down my face. I dont think i have long left. My foot moved... Why did it do that.
I sat up quickly, the blood rushed from my head and my vision blurred. I looked to my left. That’s not my dresser, I thought. I looked to my right. That’s not my side table.
16+ warning. Heat. Condensed into stinging welts. Clenching muscles under too-hot bed sheets. Tears tugged out of reluctant eye corners. A mantra of belief. Whispered under ragged breath.
Flash of lights, Squeal of breaks. Slam of feet, The whole world quakes. Slam of doors, Scream of fear. Sobs of despair, Lost someone dear. Shatter of glass, So much pain. Bright red face, Tear stain.
A curse, a curse upon my being. A pox upon the laid down bodies of those I once loved.
I'm at school and everyone is here. it's a normal Monday. but normal for her isn't normal for me. she's been abused again. didn't get any sleep. scared and waiting for him to come in her room.
Alec's P. O. V. She stood in front of the mirror, staring at herself in disbelief. Her face was completely expressionless making it hard to read her. "Are you ok?," I asked.
Hiding away, Back against the wall, Corner of the room, Ready to fall. Your darkening shadow, Streaks across my face, I shrink to my feet, Heart starting to race.
WARNING- contains some offensive Language. I am the Bully's victim, Me, believe it or not; The smartest in the class, Well, smarter than them lot.
So as a woman you are supposed to be designed to bare a child, wider hips, breasts to feed, a womb to grow the foetus, so when you have a miscarriage you automatically feel like a failure, I sobbed...
Warning: this is pretty damn bleak, touching on sensitive subjects and contains expletives. A little girl brought up. In a hell hole. Shown a world. Without hope. Starting life off. Around drugs.
"No please I don't want to, please just get off me" I cried.
The quiet girl to whom no-one talks, Sneaks down the road, upon no-one walks, Trying to get away. She walks and walks until she can walk no more, And then knocks upon the nearest door.
I knew a child. Who was mild. Every night. She was a horrible sight. She would crawl to her bed. and fall limp like the dead. She would lay down and weep. and stay half asleep.
Ƥreface; Ƭhere's been four months between when I buried my sister in a pale satin dress, and now. It's my fault she's dead, too. That's the worst part.