I want to be someone's first thought when they wake up, I want
someone to take care of me, I want to be someone's one and only. I
want unconditional love, support and trust. I want to be treated
well and kissed often. I don't want to be a punching bag. I have
feelings! I don't want to be cheated on, I don't want to be cheated
with. I hate being the other girl almost as much as I hate being
the reason for there HAVING to be another girl. I want to talk. I
don't want to scream and fight. I don't want to be left alone, I
don't want to be a slave, I don't want to be choked and pinned
every second day. I want someone to gently move my hair out of the
way and wipe my tears from my face. I want answers. "Maybe, I don't
know, not now, tomorrow..." Those are not answers. Yes, No & an
explanation is what I expect when I ask a question. I'm not loved
by him. He hates me. & I guess I feel the same.
She looked down at her brused body...
Feeling so lonley.. she did not have anybody..
as she hid in the corner.. she hured loud steps coming.. closer and ..
closer.. as she hides her face and cries into her arms.. the man.. who she calls Daddy" Hits her with force punching and kicking.. as it gets louder and louder... her bruses become open wounds... blood overflowing.. as she cries for her Daddy to stop... He takes another kick but this time at her heart...as her arms fall to the floor.. she can not take anymore as her breathing.. slows down... her heart finally stops... he keeps beating her... as her lifeless body lays.. there... he takes a sip of beer... looking down at his daughter... he falls onto his knees... he says... You were never ment to be born... at least you have gone... he sips another... and looks down as she manages to take a last breathe she wispers... Daddy... Please no more... Your killing me I Needed you I Loved you... but i can not take this anymore... her eyes close softly... as she passes away... he looks into her eyes as they close... a tear rolls down his face as he stands up and walks... gun shot after gun shot... her mother walked in rushed to her daughters side as they took her daddy away... tears and hurt for many years.. this poor little girl... did nothing at all... her life was nothing... nothing at all... being trapped in this abuse... she ended her own life... trying to fight but she lost her life....
Feeling so lonley.. she did not have anybody..
as she hid in the corner.. she hured loud steps coming.. closer and ..
closer.. as she hides her face and cries into her arms.. the man.. who she calls Daddy" Hits her with force punching and kicking.. as it gets louder and louder... her bruses become open wounds... blood overflowing.. as she cries for her Daddy to stop... He takes another kick but this time at her heart...as her arms fall to the floor.. she can not take anymore as her breathing.. slows down... her heart finally stops... he keeps beating her... as her lifeless body lays.. there... he takes a sip of beer... looking down at his daughter... he falls onto his knees... he says... You were never ment to be born... at least you have gone... he sips another... and looks down as she manages to take a last breathe she wispers... Daddy... Please no more... Your killing me I Needed you I Loved you... but i can not take this anymore... her eyes close softly... as she passes away... he looks into her eyes as they close... a tear rolls down his face as he stands up and walks... gun shot after gun shot... her mother walked in rushed to her daughters side as they took her daddy away... tears and hurt for many years.. this poor little girl... did nothing at all... her life was nothing... nothing at all... being trapped in this abuse... she ended her own life... trying to fight but she lost her life....
The only thing someone should ever hit you with
is good feelings.
Anything else and they
don't deserve to be in your life
Everyone
talks
about
how
happy
love is.
I see so much pain in love.
I see cheating men, and terrible fights
I see the bruises and the helpless cries.
It angers me, kills me inside because the
woman i'm looking at is me.
I see so much pain in love.
I see cheating men, and terrible fights
I see the bruises and the helpless cries.
It angers me, kills me inside because the
woman i'm looking at is me.
Behind her smile
there is a story you would never understand
Eyes Open
Douglass
As soon as I looked up, I found Nat and Jacob soundly asleep on the couch. I felt warm inside, like I actually did something good for once.
I quietly got up and walked into my old room to put the guitar back on it's stand. I stood there, looking around. It was almost untouched. My bed was still unmade, there were splatter-painted skinnyjeans in the corner, my old sketchbook was closeed with a mechanical pencil still between my most recent pages. I look up at the ceiling where, like my walls, there was a surrealistic painting. A sort of Starry Night piece but it had stars bursting and flowing galaxies and swirls and, it was undescribable. I could see various lyrics to my favorite songs written within the painting. It reminded me of how whenever I couldn't sleep, I would lie down and just look up at the painting and sing the lyrics and maybe even the songs if I could remember all the words. I would slowly feel myself feeling a little safer in the hell that was my household.
I sighed, "Almost five years since I left. Since I played my guitar or sang. Since I've actually painted something like this. Since-"
Meow
I flinched again at the sound. I slowed turned to look out the window and I saw a shadow of a cat on the edge of the roof nextdoor. I squinted to get a better look to see that it wasn't a shadow but the actual cat. Blacker than the night itself. It leaped to the windowsill and came in through the bars and broken glass. It hopped onto my old bed and sat there, looking at me. Mrow..prrr..Mrow
I tilted my head and just stared, astonished.
After a few minutes the small cat walked around my bed and nestled itself under the fold of my blankets.
I slowly walked over and sat next to the jet black kitten to get a closer look.
It looked up at me and i soon saw that Its left eye was scarred and matted and scabby. Like it was burned with boiling oil on the side of it's face, and it kept scratching at it. It's right ear looked like it was bitten off by a bigger animal. The cat's face was thin, just like its skeleton body and it looked like a mess. But it's eye was a glistening turquoise-blue with small bursts of amber closer to it's pupil. Simply beautiful, this small creature was.
I smiled and raised my hand to pet it. At first the cat flinched and looked down as if waiting to be beaten. Waiting to be punished for no wrongdoing. My heart sank and i felt myself tear up a little bit, "I'm sorry.." I whispered with a shakey voice.
The cat looked back up at my hand that hovered inches from its mangled face and sniffed it for a bit. Then it lowered it's head and closed its eyes to sleep.
I slowly got up and went back to the living room and pour a small bowl of soup and cut a few pieces of cheese and walked back into my room where the cat was lying down. I sat next to it and it woke up and looked up at the food.
"Here," I said softly, holding out a piece of cheese infront of the cat. It sniffed it and took it and inhaled it.
"Meow" It sat up for more.
I smiled and knelt on the ground and placed the dishes and soon the cat came down and began to quickly eat and let out small prrr's and whimpers. I sat myself on my bed against the wall and looked up. Soon the small cat, with a budging belly, crawled toward me purring. He, i guessed, sat himself on my stomach and lied down so that his small head was under my chin and his scarred arm was stretched over my collarbone. He nestled himself in the crook of my neck and slowly fell asleep.
Another wave of warmth flowed through me and I felt a tear roll down my cheek, disappear into the numbness of my scar and reappear at my chin before falling ont my black tshirt. I dared not to touch him in his sleep but I was his nest, his source of comfort, his lyrics on the ceiling.
I will never let you fall,
I'll stand up with you forever,
I'll be there for you through it all,
Even if saving you sends me to heaven...
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Douglass
As soon as I looked up, I found Nat and Jacob soundly asleep on the couch. I felt warm inside, like I actually did something good for once.
I quietly got up and walked into my old room to put the guitar back on it's stand. I stood there, looking around. It was almost untouched. My bed was still unmade, there were splatter-painted skinnyjeans in the corner, my old sketchbook was closeed with a mechanical pencil still between my most recent pages. I look up at the ceiling where, like my walls, there was a surrealistic painting. A sort of Starry Night piece but it had stars bursting and flowing galaxies and swirls and, it was undescribable. I could see various lyrics to my favorite songs written within the painting. It reminded me of how whenever I couldn't sleep, I would lie down and just look up at the painting and sing the lyrics and maybe even the songs if I could remember all the words. I would slowly feel myself feeling a little safer in the hell that was my household.
I sighed, "Almost five years since I left. Since I played my guitar or sang. Since I've actually painted something like this. Since-"
Meow
I flinched again at the sound. I slowed turned to look out the window and I saw a shadow of a cat on the edge of the roof nextdoor. I squinted to get a better look to see that it wasn't a shadow but the actual cat. Blacker than the night itself. It leaped to the windowsill and came in through the bars and broken glass. It hopped onto my old bed and sat there, looking at me. Mrow..prrr..Mrow
I tilted my head and just stared, astonished.
After a few minutes the small cat walked around my bed and nestled itself under the fold of my blankets.
I slowly walked over and sat next to the jet black kitten to get a closer look.
It looked up at me and i soon saw that Its left eye was scarred and matted and scabby. Like it was burned with boiling oil on the side of it's face, and it kept scratching at it. It's right ear looked like it was bitten off by a bigger animal. The cat's face was thin, just like its skeleton body and it looked like a mess. But it's eye was a glistening turquoise-blue with small bursts of amber closer to it's pupil. Simply beautiful, this small creature was.
I smiled and raised my hand to pet it. At first the cat flinched and looked down as if waiting to be beaten. Waiting to be punished for no wrongdoing. My heart sank and i felt myself tear up a little bit, "I'm sorry.." I whispered with a shakey voice.
The cat looked back up at my hand that hovered inches from its mangled face and sniffed it for a bit. Then it lowered it's head and closed its eyes to sleep.
I slowly got up and went back to the living room and pour a small bowl of soup and cut a few pieces of cheese and walked back into my room where the cat was lying down. I sat next to it and it woke up and looked up at the food.
"Here," I said softly, holding out a piece of cheese infront of the cat. It sniffed it and took it and inhaled it.
"Meow" It sat up for more.
I smiled and knelt on the ground and placed the dishes and soon the cat came down and began to quickly eat and let out small prrr's and whimpers. I sat myself on my bed against the wall and looked up. Soon the small cat, with a budging belly, crawled toward me purring. He, i guessed, sat himself on my stomach and lied down so that his small head was under my chin and his scarred arm was stretched over my collarbone. He nestled himself in the crook of my neck and slowly fell asleep.
Another wave of warmth flowed through me and I felt a tear roll down my cheek, disappear into the numbness of my scar and reappear at my chin before falling ont my black tshirt. I dared not to touch him in his sleep but I was his nest, his source of comfort, his lyrics on the ceiling.
I will never let you fall,
I'll stand up with you forever,
I'll be there for you through it all,
Even if saving you sends me to heaven...
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