In the middle of the night,
you stand there by my door,
waiting for something,
looking suspicious,
ready to attack.
You say it's the best,
but I don't,
this isn't what I want to do,
want to think of you as.
But you really don't care,
still you insist,
not knowing what's gonna happen next,
I give in.
You say the pain is easier,
then you feel a little high,
as your body asks for the pleasure,
begging for it.
The only thing I feel,
is devastated,
to get away from you,
you won't let that happen.
You ask why,
I tell you,
"I hate to see you hurt yourself like that,
I can't take it anymore"
At night you stand there,
by my door waiting,
for someone to accompany,
with razer blades,
knifes and scissors...
Author notes
I wrote this poem for a contest. I thought about writing a poem for abuse, here it is. Enjoy!
A contest entry
- 1000 points, 1000 pws by Shadow Anonymised.
1000 points, ended November 23, 1080 entries
• next poem in this contest, • Add to finalists list, or remove from contest
feel free to criticize...
Comments
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This is amazingly good! It is dark, and cryptic, and kept me on edge reading it. Very well done. Honestly, I was sucked in at the first stanza, and couldn't stop. Bravo. You get the rest of my clappies for the day.
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