I knew this one kid, im not going to name anyone, but I knew him. He was like my best friend. Then he turned out to be a real asswhole. I loved him like a brother, and I trusted him too. He was always there for me, during my break-ups and my family problems. Too… Continue reading Betrated
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Love Martyr
October 28, 2003 will be the four year anniversary of the suicide of Alison. When we were together, the world seemed perfect, and any imperfections have seemed to just go away with the tides, or the waning or the waxing of the moon. I do not write this to snibble like a bitch, and pathetically… Continue reading Love Martyr
waste
stop wasting pain i like the pain i like the agony come to death as one try to escape as them the pain feels good blood flowing laying there soaking drenched continue the beatings continue the tears rip away that smile gentle pain gentle suffering gentle death stop wasting it all
tragic beatings
the cuts have all gone the scars have all faded but she’s still left with feelings jaded her life, it seems, is not hers to control she tries to fight but then she is thrown
Beatings
I lie there on the floor, blood is running down my chin from the cut on my lip, a bruise will soon be on my cheek. The familiar sting begins to surface, but I refuse to cry this time. He has no power any more.
Death of My Only Friend: Part Four, Death & The Aftermath
—-I remember that night in the closet. It had been so long since we were both in those small dark hideaways. Usually only one of us gets sent to the closet, more often me, and then Danny comes to get me out. Dad kept us in there the entire weekend.
The Child Cries
And The child cries…. “No more, No more,” the beatings never stop, Love is taught,so many ways, pain maybe hate, with broken wings angels can not fly, such is th child’s screams in the night,