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Inspired by @Fly10 (your post behind closed doors but also your ability and courage to talk about it in other posts) I guess its okay To talk about it, And seeing its fathers day I may as well...
Mini man Too young, To understand Of things unsung, I hate what you've been through My poor mini man, I don't know what to do Or if this is part of natures plan, Seeing mummy crying Bruised and...
Hush little babies don't you cry Daddy's gonna leave you both tonight And in your life's you'll wonder why Daddy was never ever in your life 1 years old and he left for good Sister was 2 and he...
Fathers day, What should I say.
Ok about a week ago now I posted on Opuss saying the following: Let's start a story. Ok, we each say one word and see where we get to.
I've never seen these kind of bars Looming on my face I saw some outside a school once But that's now a far off place.
I've been to places Full of hatred and pain It breaks my heart To think if them again Times when heartache Was off the scale When you took advantage When I was weak and frail.
Thomas- youre late. My teacher, Miss Samuel told me as I took my seat at the back off the classroom. She didnt say it in an accusing way though.
My sister does not copy what I do. That is not the reason she does things wrong. Why are you screaming at me because she called you a "meanie". I've never done that.
2/2 With a burst of mischief he leapt over the counter and gently pulled off the handkerchief. Underneath was an object the likes of which he had never seen before.
The forest. My childhood nightmare of that one evening in July. I'd had an argument with my sister, Phoebe, and I'd told her I hated her and that I could care less if she dropped dead right now.
Mr Snuggles, was once the loveliest cute teddy bear, He loved been tickled, and cuddled, just about everywhere, But one day cloudy day, his eye popped out, There was nothing that they could do...
Birth.... ....one last big push. Arrggghhhhhh A beautiful baby boy breathes pure oxygen, but wait, something's wrong here.
This one isn't about me or my friends... Just a bit of inspiration...
I ran out of the house, trying to get away from it. I couldn't talk to anyone. I knew nobody could save me. I felt I was going insane.
My sister is 10 years old. She get picked on for being overweight. And I can't do sh*t. She tells me her favorite song is What Makes You Beautiful by One Direction...it makes her feel beautiful.
The Foster Boy doesn't understand the way a family functions Alcoholic mother, abusive stepdad Damaged his emotional junctions He's wired up wrong not his fault And there's no one who can fix...
The yellow eyes of "It" pierced the darkness of that cold winters night like a lightning bolt in a stormy sky.
The cold air bit at my face viciously, causing me to cover my face with my hands. The adults were moving fast in front of me, barely visible in the near pitch darkness.
Chapter 1 - Part 3 The tray looked like mothers day. Dad had clipped a red rose from the garden and placed it in the narrow vase for her.
Chapter 1 - Part 2 I got in and the first thing I heard was a smashing plate. The sound was deafening as if the whole world knew something wasn't right and were waiting for the outcome.
There's much to say for those abused, How they make way through life after being used. The strongest survivors some would say, I know my life changed that first fateful day.
A true story... "Best you don't tell anyone, it'll be a secret-mine & yours.
Little boy blue. Doesn't really have a clue. Wants to play his transparent games. Rise up the ranks for hollow fame. Little boy blue. I know all about you. How you twist and cry.