Oh god, here we go
Trying to make me live inside myself again
Where ghost flowers grow
I pick them, one for pity, one for hate, one for pain
I choke back tears
But only get swallowed whole
By my self defeating fears
Of your twisted rabbit hole
Free falling through my insecurities
Into the dead end of myself
A mirrored asylum of my inferiority
And eroding phrenic health
But the mirrors are empty
Compelling me to question everything
In a desperate search to find me
I shatter the mirrors, falling into nothing
Only to be surrounded by dolls
Of all my beautiful qualities
Then to have them break, shatter and fall
Tainted by festering fallacies
By the time I gain control
Crawling out of this crippled shell
Withering out of your deathly hold
And escaping this habitual hell
It’s too late, the damage is terminal
Crushed is the butterfly within
Without a single abrasion or flaw
Ashes of my soul dissipate in the wind
Author notes
Its hard enough when you don't want deal with yourself or your life, but then to have to be brutally reminded about the things you hate about yourself and your life by someone you thought cared.
A contest entry
- Abuse?.... by live-laugh-love.
540 points, ended November 10, 2008, 38 entries
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thanx for ur entrie
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abuse is wrong no matter what form in comes in. verbal abuse, physical all of it is just plain wrong. I understand about the part about someone I thought cared about me and then ripped everything apart.. my adoptive mom let me know everyday for over 30 years how much and what she didn't like about me. I still live with that everyday. though I'm getting better, she isn't, she hasn't changed at all. inner struggles due to the abuse is profound.. I fight that battle every day.. my friends are my support system, though I have those days, I doubt them too.. emotional abuse has scars that are hidden and they run deep. I've been abused physically, emotionally and even sexually. it happens way too much in the world today and there needs to be more done about it. can't sweep it under the carpet and expect it to go away.
then what about the victims who went through it. what about them?? people who've never experienced need to understand its a living hell that no one should ever be put through.
sorry for the long comment, your poem touched a nerve and memories..
if you ever need to talk or want someone to just listen message me.. I would do it without thinking twice.
good luck
kat
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Abuse in any shape is so wrong! No-one has the right to treat anyone in a way that makes them feel badly about themselves. This is a powerful hard hitting reminder of what goes on daily, but shouldn't. An extemely well written piece, I will wish you luck bro but you really shouldn't need it with this one!
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