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#acrostic Stole my childhood from me because you thought you could, Expected to be respected because you was getting old, but I knew that you were rotten through to the soul.
I still remember her claws digging in, twisting my skin. I still remember her roar, ill-abuse words, knocking me in. I still remember her smirk, daring me to speak -just to think.
Leave your marks. Your black and blue bruises. I know you too well. As alcohol blood infuses. Haunt me till I'm dead. Losing me such relief. My body left pale. Escaped the pain belief.
~Beck's POV~ He wanted me to live with him. How could I refuse. It's a way to escape the horrible beating of my badly protective parents. I couldn't say no. "Sure, thanks.
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.
He laughs and screams. My skin tears at the seams. Slather on the lotion. Drink the deadly potion. Trail your fingers on my skin. You commit this terrible sin. Upon my crevices goes your tongue.
Click, click My bones slide in to place Snap, snap They fall right out again Rattling, shaking You tear me out Stuff me in Turn me around until I can't even stand Down on my knees before...
He looks at her with glee. As she begins to flee. She knows what's coming. That's why she's running. She smells the drink upon his breath. This time she prays for death. He raises his hand as normal.
"Are you okay?" No. the weak voice screams. My lips form the word. I want to say no. No no no no no no no. I haven't been okay for a long time. The cold hands tighten around my throat, squeezing.
They say life is a game, But messing with other people's lives is not... It's not fun, funny, or laughable later on. There are those who control by playing a game with the emotions and the mind.
•Chapter 7 - I Love That Sound• •Ammi• Kai's arm was rigidly locked around me, keeping me tight to his warm, bare chest.
Poems are so sadistic,. I sit here, mulling over th't which pains me.'., As you appreciate the depth of my words And notice the symbolism Of the fine., blue tre'e Off i'n the distance ,.
"I seriously think that this is NOT a good idea," I said sternly. Alex was pulling me down the stairs of his house. We haven't even taken a bath yet.
Can I be wrong for forgiving someone who wronged me horribly. Taking from me what was not given. Breaking what was unbreakable. Torturing what was given. Hating what was to be loved.
#100days She leans over the side of the bridge, contemplating the events of the day, trying to ignore the noise behind her. It would be so easy to step up onto the ledge.
"Everyone will find happiness in their lives when the time is right for them.
Inspired by @Fly10 post titled "Dark Water" Warning. It's a tough, emotional read.
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.
Early morning reading. Remember to check out Jack's at @JazzCav . Stretching and yawning quietly, I woke up. Heh, Jack's still asleep I think. I slip out if bed and walk over, then poked his face.
I pulled the knife put. Blood didn't pour from his mouth or out of the wound like the movies. He just looked at me, and fell backwards. Ha. Ha. I sweeped up the broken glass from the kitchen floor.