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Life With a Murderer
Contributed by
darkplaidbabe
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Tuesday, 23rd November 2004 @ 11:50:36 PM in AEST
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It happened last week again
She came in to my room and then
She saw what I had done while sleeping
And again her rage came creeping, creeping
I didnt understand at first
Its been bad before but this was worse
She tore me out of my warm bed
Grabbing my hair and pulling by my head
Dragged me down the hall and into the bathroom
Now I began to see my fault and my doom
Im sorry momma, ill be good I swear!
She threw me down, letting go of my hair
You left the candle burning you little *****!
Im sorry I said, bracing for the first hit
I was right indeed to brace myself
She swung at me so I hid under the shelf
But no, no, no she wasnt done
In fact she hadnt even begun.
Picked me up and dropped me in the tub
This isnt her I thought, its the drugs
But alas it was her standing over me
It was her taking pleasure in my screams
She turned on the water so no one could hear
The pain of her fists began to burn and sear
She hit my head against the hard, cold wall
By then I felt nothing, nothing at all
Suddenly the water was ruby red
This is it, Im gonna wind up dead
All the while she was screaming in my head
And never will I forget the things she said
Worthless, she called me, stupid and wrong
I cant die now god, Im too young
I wanted to scream out, stop, it hurts so bad!
She was so angry with me, why was she so mad?
She left me for a moment, alone there on the floor
Bleeding, hurting, I stared towards the door
I knew she was coming back to finish me off
I thought of my bed, so warm and soft
If only I were there, still in my own dream world
The pain suddenly came back and I curled
Back up as the blood spilled onto the tile
I would be beaten for that too, in a while
I needed to see my face, to make sure this was real
I pulled myself up by the railing, such cold steel
I looked in the mirror but whom did I see?
No one I knew in the least, a total stranger to me
My eyes were purple and blood dribbled down my chin
To know me you wouldve had to look within
The room was covered in blood, from where I didnt know
I heard her footsteps coming again; I knew I had to go
If I didnt get out I wouldnt survive
I wanted to make it to sixteen alive
So I ran down the hall and out into the yard
My body went numb, running so hard
I couldnt feel the tears streaming down my face
All I wanted was to escape from that place
I dont quite recall what happened next
I woke up in a room in memorial west
It was raining outside, like it had been for years
It was raining in my heart, thus forth came my tears
I didnt tell them what happened because I was afraid
I didnt know what they would do, what fuss would be made
But ill tell them all someday and sorry she will be
For all the horrible things shes done to me
I live with her now and it scares me to death
I never know when I may be taking my last breath
If she tried to do it once, why not try it again?
What if she succeeds this time, what then?
Wont someone save me from this prison of fear?
Do you hear me scream, do you know Im here?
I saved myself once but can I do it a second time?
I write my fears in these useless rhymes
If by the time you read this poem, my body is under the sand
Know that I did not die justly, but at her hands
And from this poem there is a lesson but one
Sticks and stones may break your bones, but words can get the deed done.
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darkplaidbabe
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Re: Life With a Murderer
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by Former_Member on
Wednesday, 24th November 2004 @ 12:03:53 AM AEST
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| This is amazing! It's so full of emotion. I especially like the last line. GREAT JOB! |
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Re: Life With a Murderer
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by LEMMEN on
Wednesday, 24th November 2004 @ 12:05:30 AM AEST
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WOW A life lived in fear such as this and still living in fear you are a strounger person than you think. Your words full of fear your heart full of lonelyness. Maybe now is the time to tell. You write it so well Just my opioin. This anger this fear. Your words are stroung may you be as stroung and know you have a friend to help. If you need one.
~~DENNIS~~ |
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Re: Life With a Murderer
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by THORN on
Wednesday, 24th November 2004 @ 12:32:44 AM AEST
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That's real good, even though I don't favour rhymes much heehee :P
5 stars! Keep writing!
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Re: Life With a Murderer
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by blowfish_jane on
Wednesday, 24th November 2004 @ 04:59:40 AM AEST
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Whoa did that really happen?
If it did your one brave person to have endured all that. Im speechless right now on this poem one of the best ones if read this week.
Hugs,
Jane |
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Re: Life With a Murderer
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by Blackevar on
Sunday, 2nd January 2005 @ 08:39:11 AM AEST
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| Blown away, epic. |
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