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my gift
Contributed by
darkplaidbabe
on
Tuesday, 20th July 2004 @ 02:32:48 PM in AEST
Topic:
AngryPoetry
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Dont touch me
Youre no longer allowed
Before it happened I use to be so proud
I had it pretty hard but I still couldve been all right
If you hadnt ruined me, that dark summer night
I was just a little girl but I guess you didnt care
You used me and when you were done, you left me lying there
Now my greatest treasure that was my god given right to give
Youve used for your own pleasure and Ive lost my will to live
Now I feel dirty, disgusting, raw
Not only can I not forget what you did, but what I saw
The look in your eyes, of violence and lust
It traumatized me and now Ive lost all my trust
Im afraid to be with a near a man, or even be alone
Every time it rings, Im afraid its you on the phone
I see you at parties or in the park
Youre imprinted in my mind, I see you in the dark
I couldve saved it for my husband or at least someone I loved
But you stripped me of that right, now I feel inadequate like im not enough
You raped me, stole away my innocence
I wanted my first time to be gentle yet intense
But it wasnt like that at all, in fact I didnt even have choice
You silenced my protests with a knife to my throat, and Ive never regained my voice
Well I certainly hope you go to hell, id like to watch you burn
Youve stolen a gift that belonged to me, a gift that cant be returned
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2004-07-20 14:32:48]
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Re: my gift
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by emeraldeyes on
Tuesday, 20th July 2004 @ 02:39:57 PM AEST
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| I'll try not to tell you what you've already heard, but I WILL say I hope you got the ***** locked up! I feel all the hurt, anger, fear, and uncertainty of who you are...all i'm gonna say is keep writing about it. you are on a good path letting it out this way and since you're good, that's a bonus for the rest of us! Keep your head up & know that people understand & care. |
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Re: my gift
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by Former_Member on
Tuesday, 20th July 2004 @ 11:38:13 PM AEST
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writing out that anger and frustration hopefully helps you in at least small ways. the more you write about it, the more you'll come to terms with what happened and I hope to God that he pays for what he did to you, and that you're still able to live your life.
you're a beautiful poet, by the way! thank you for sharing that intense poem! |
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