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Array ( [sid] => 139553 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Developed Resistance. [time] => 2008-01-03 04:09:55 [hometext] => This is negative with a positive twist. Please comment. [bodytext] => abuse as a child.
abused as a teen.
a loss of a parent.
a loss of a parent at 15.

a violent, drug addict boy friend.
a broken home to live.
a few aggressive mates.
a scarred and bleeding wrist.

those who should have cared twisted my reality.
they neglected all aspects of me.
they led me into a war,
then turned and forgot about me.

i fought inside the fear.
as the morbid pain locked me in my place.
i didn't want to be there!
... but they ignored what I had to say...

dirty pimps were trying to rape me.
my female friends were selling themselves.
i had a cold, dirty room with a broken bed to sleep on.
so i took drugs to bend my reality of hell.

i had sorrowful nights once the withdrawal was upon me.
and the body spasms made my legs go numb.
the walls always moved and demons would crawl out.
and i'd often sneeze out bloodied lumps.


... the past is now behind me.
a week ago i turned 18.
i have a respectable boy friend,
who does nothing but be here for me.

now i eat instead of drinking.
and so course work instead of cut.
i don't smoke - because i'm boring.
and i certainly don't take drugs!

people say i don't look dead anymore.
and my dad says he's proud of the voluntry work i do.
i don't talk to my brothers and sisters,
because they tried to pull me back when i tried to pull though.

i'm now homeless again and its messed up.
but second time round its not hurting.
i've developed a resistance to pain.
which means that things are finally working!
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Developed Resistance.

Contributed by deathdrop on Thursday, 3rd January 2008 @ 04:09:55 AM in AEST
Topic: StoryPoetry



abuse as a child.
abused as a teen.
a loss of a parent.
a loss of a parent at 15.

a violent, drug addict boy friend.
a broken home to live.
a few aggressive mates.
a scarred and bleeding wrist.

those who should have cared twisted my reality.
they neglected all aspects of me.
they led me into a war,
then turned and forgot about me.

i fought inside the fear.
as the morbid pain locked me in my place.
i didn't want to be there!
... but they ignored what I had to say...

dirty pimps were trying to rape me.
my female friends were selling themselves.
i had a cold, dirty room with a broken bed to sleep on.
so i took drugs to bend my reality of hell.

i had sorrowful nights once the withdrawal was upon me.
and the body spasms made my legs go numb.
the walls always moved and demons would crawl out.
and i'd often sneeze out bloodied lumps.


... the past is now behind me.
a week ago i turned 18.
i have a respectable boy friend,
who does nothing but be here for me.

now i eat instead of drinking.
and so course work instead of cut.
i don't smoke - because i'm boring.
and i certainly don't take drugs!

people say i don't look dead anymore.
and my dad says he's proud of the voluntry work i do.
i don't talk to my brothers and sisters,
because they tried to pull me back when i tried to pull though.

i'm now homeless again and its messed up.
but second time round its not hurting.
i've developed a resistance to pain.
which means that things are finally working!




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Re: Developed Resistance. (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Thursday, 3rd January 2008 @ 08:45:39 AM AEST
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wow i really liked this. an amazing journey...


Re: Developed Resistance. (User Rating: 1 )
by little_genna on Thursday, 3rd January 2008 @ 10:33:00 AM AEST
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You style has changed. Your writing seems more mature now. I really felt like i could see the journey that was taken...

this had really good flow... even if the content is something horrible to think of...so i enjoyed it for what it is...


Re: Developed Resistance. (User Rating: 1 )
by unknown_utopia on Thursday, 3rd January 2008 @ 02:15:39 PM AEST
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This so deep
I am almost speechless.


Re: Developed Resistance. (User Rating: 1 )
by MemeCaroline on Monday, 14th January 2008 @ 11:51:22 AM AEST
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Don't give up. I hope you find what you need so you no longer are homeless. You sound like a strong person and one who can overcome obstacles with God's help. Hang in there!




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