i wake up with my disease riddled mind
wanting to throw up all the pain thats inside
but the only thing that could free the pain within me
is death, or maybe a gruesome lobotomy
but i would take either any day of the week
to get this freedom, of which i speak.
salvation comes to those who wait?
how long? i ask
things will get better?
when? i say
silence.
the truth is there is no one there to hold you when you scream
even when you relive the rape in your dreams.
over and over it plays in my head
i remember that head board, i remember that bed.
so i grow up and fight, but the only one with scars is me
i am stuck in these chains they gave me as a reward
so i bleed, so i bang my head, so i try to die
i don't want your pity,
i don't want your sorry's
i just want to see clearly for once in my life.
just once.
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Written January 6th, 2004
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gaiasully wow this is strong! I hear ya on this one, just once we all want something out of life that would go our way. There are questions here that are unanswered but I hope they will soon be. Great job on this one! rock on...aimee jo
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Wow... I'm agreeing... It was like I was thinking those thoughts... The emotion just poured from this poem... It works so well that I really don't know what to say... Very good job... -
Moving
Amazing poem. Its very sad and a big reality for myself too. It sickens me that people have to go through that on a regular basis. You have put so much emotion in this poem. I love it. Wonderful job.
the truth is there is no one there to hold you when you scream
even when you relive the rape in your dreams.
over and over it plays in my head
i remember that head board, i remember that bed.
so i grow up and fight, but the only one with scars is me
i am stuck in these chains they gave me as a reward
so i bleed, so i bang my head, so i try to die
^ I especially like these lines.
-Sara- -
Fresh
I feel your poem, like i had these thoughts in my own head.
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