Hell bent down and picked me up
For years I was bent into something else
Frustration took my head to another dimension
The Twilight Zone, if you will
It takes more than courage to get through such things
But once you do, it becomes a never ending game you want to stop
At times, you really can't stop it
Well, you can but the mental agony you are put through
It changes everything around you
I wanted out, more than anyone knows
Supposedly, my life was in danger if I brought things to a stop
Yet, I was in more danger because I never spoke a word
Until one day, then I was called a liar
By a father that was supposed to care
After that, it only got worse
Agony was my main emotion, smiles were rare
The times that I did smile, they were fake
And the more I wanted to be happy
The more my dreams of happiness were torn apart
I am over it all now
But at that moment, the pain tasted something bitter
In this time of my life, my memories are all that haunt me
And I know that they will always be there
To torture my already withering soul
What does rape, neglect, abuse, and a bad environment do to a child?
Rip their innocence to a million pieces
And shatter all the dreams that once filled their minds
It causes them to grow up too fast, and suffer too often
To beg for death as they had once begged for the pain to stop
A contest entry
- Revisit Your Past... by Miss Faerie.
525 points, ended April 4, 2007, 24 entries
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This makes me really sad... the way in which you have described what you have endured and the way you attempted to numb the pain is really well done...
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Summing up of your seasons in hell, a survivor's autobiography. 'Wrip' adds a twist to the word, otherwise a typo or un-spellcheck. I look for turning points, incidents that reveal the core of tension on which the action turns.
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Not cool.
I hate how parents can screw up a person's life by they way they live and treat them. It's not fair that some children don't have a choice but to be hurt and broken. It totally sucks. This world is sad. I really enjoyed the poem. Awesome job.
A MURDEROUS LAMENT <\33 -
The inspiration visited here comes from your descriptions (and self-knowledge) as to the inner workings of yourself. No matter what you share with the world, this is a critical perspective to have.
Best wishes in your future works.
~Das
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