A hand in his face
And the pain he feels is too much
he can't take it burning inside,
wanting to die
he runs away to escape this hate,
this hurt
why did she hurt him all the time?
why did she make him cry with her evil words?
running too fast that every things just one big blur
he doesn't even see the truck
when he runs out into the street,
hearing the screeching of brakes
it's to late ...one last moment of pain before it all ends
Author notes
Written March 1st, 2005
A contest entry
- It Changed My Life! by shewillbeloved.
300 points, ended October 4, 2006, 7 entries
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wow im sorry that sux hope things get better for you tho
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Wow this was a very very sad poem you wrote, I had a girlfriend who used to kick the shit out of me all the time whenever she'd get jealous of some other girl near me [who wasn't even having sex with me I might add] I gave her 3 chances, I ended it when she threw me down a flight of stairs. It's hard enough for women to turn in male abusers, when I reported her to the police, even with two black eyes, limping, bloody nose and lips and holding my chest and breathing funny they didn't believe me, just told me "there's nothing we can do" when there WAS. Very good poem though
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