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She weighs it all out perfectly; Butter, sugar, flour, Smashes the eggs into the mix And beats it fast and hard.
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She weighs it all out perfectly; Butter, sugar, flour, Smashes the eggs into the mix And beats it fast and hard.
She never asked for happiness, Just joy for the others. She never asked for fun, Just amusement the others, She never asked for anger, Just calmness for the others.
Somewhere out there, There is a girl. A girl who never stopped believing when you told her "You're beautiful.
You slice and you dice, Barely keeping me alive, Your words cut to the skin, One more and I won't survive.
#Household Knife called love. We insisted to play silly games with love. Neither of us knew what we were thinking of. You'd threaten, you'd scream and you'd shout.
Our wedding day was beautiful, a fairy tale of white The passion of our intense love unleashed that wedding night We honeymooned for three whole weeks all our moments spent alone Two souls entwined...
I was just told To go commit suicide I won't of course But this was a first Ive been bullied Pretty bad in the past The reasons never showed But this one, made us explode It isn't mean to hurt...
Peace of mind. Is truly rare. Especially with you. Since you don't care. In the start of this race. You were at my side. Peace of mind was all the time. You were someone for me to confide.
for my father 1. True or false: As a Father you think about us everyday. 2. Whose heart did you break that night you left. A. Nikki's B. Joee's C. Mine D. All of the above 3.
Why do I let you Take control of me With your glimmering smile And meaningless words. Why do I let you Continue to beat me With your thoughts, Words, and fists.
Here it goes. It started again. I want it to stop. I want to know when. Feeling so low. A little bit stressed. The things that you tell me. Make me depressed. You say that I'm lazy.
The hurt she carries suffocates her so. Life for her is one that she can't let go. Her unhappiness is hidden from all eyes. Look deep enough, you will hear the cries.
Fill my head with words And a story let it tell Of my sad and lonely life Mainly spent in hell.
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.
Tear at me selfishly, pull me about or toss me to the floor. You will not see me shed a single tear because I don't care any more. Treat me just like an old rag doll because I can't feel a thing.
For #household challenge. Clean clean sweep sweep. There's got to be more to life than this. Clean clean sweep sweep. A speck of dust she must have missed. Clean clean sweep sweep.
How do you do it. Just pretend it's alright, Carry on like nothing happened, Just pretend that I lied, How do you do it.
I'm digging a hole. To hide from you. I don't know what else to do. I'll try to hide, from your constant abuse , but it's still no use.
You say you don't like how I look I say I'm sorry You say you don't like how I act I say I'm sorry You say you don't like how I speak I say I'm sorry You say you don't like how I think I say I'm...
You push her. She embraces you. You beat her. She cuddles you. You smother her. She let's you be free. You belittle her. She bigs you up.
Isn't your house supposed to be a nice warm, happy place for your family, and laughs, a place called home. Well how can this house be called a home.
Sally went home. It was just me, Paul, and Heather. We sat outside Dunkin Donuts in the pouring rain, relaxing.
I just curl up And become small You'll just look Victorious and tall And have the power That you crave For driving me Into an early grave. Is it fun For you to see Me on the floor Crying for mercy.
Whenever you're down, or feeling sad. Read this story, and joy you will gain. At least I hope I can make you glad. Though my story is all about pain. Born to a miserable life, was I.