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Array ( [sid] => 52994 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Runaway [time] => 2004-06-21 11:54:41 [hometext] => This is not from a personal experience, but tell me what you think? [bodytext] => I ran away before my 14th birthday,
I knew that I just had to get away,
So my step dad couldn’t get to me anymore,
Creep up the stairs and through my door.

At night he’d enter my bed,
Made me wish that I was dead,
He threatened me if I ever told,
That I would be thrown out in the cold.

Mum is always too drunk to care,
I wonder if of his actions she was aware,
I sit alone in my room in constant fear,
That my door will open and he will appear.

Sneering and grinning as he lunged at me,
I wished that someone would come in and see,
But no-one ever did and I fell victim again,
To this brute who raped, beat and caused me pain.

I packed my bags one night,
And took off into the dark, starry night,
Finally I felt free as a bird,
No longer would his drunken footsteps be heard.

I met this man who took me under his wing,
He told me I was his precious, little thing,
But after he had me under his control,
He raped me and shattered my soul.

I tried to in vain to escape,
From this sadistic man and his acts of rape,
But he would find me and bring me back,
Pump my veins full with smack.

I can’t get away I can’t be saved,
Now it’s the drugs that I constantly crave,
There’s no way out of this horrible nightmare,
Why didn’t someone love me, why didn’t they care?
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Runaway

Contributed by pixie on Monday, 21st June 2004 @ 11:54:41 AM in AEST
Topic: SadPoetry

I ran away before my 14th birthday,
I knew that I just had to get away,
So my step dad couldn’t get to me anymore,
Creep up the stairs and through my door.

At night he’d enter my bed,
Made me wish that I was dead,
He threatened me if I ever told,
That I would be thrown out in the cold.

Mum is always too drunk to care,
I wonder if of his actions she was aware,
I sit alone in my room in constant fear,
That my door will open and he will appear.

Sneering and grinning as he lunged at me,
I wished that someone would come in and see,
But no-one ever did and I fell victim again,
To this brute who raped, beat and caused me pain.

I packed my bags one night,
And took off into the dark, starry night,
Finally I felt free as a bird,
No longer would his drunken footsteps be heard.

I met this man who took me under his wing,
He told me I was his precious, little thing,
But after he had me under his control,
He raped me and shattered my soul.

I tried to in vain to escape,
From this sadistic man and his acts of rape,
But he would find me and bring me back,
Pump my veins full with smack.

I can’t get away I can’t be saved,
Now it’s the drugs that I constantly crave,
There’s no way out of this horrible nightmare,
Why didn’t someone love me, why didn’t they care?

Copyright Â© pixie ... [ 2004-06-21 11:54:41]
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Re: Runaway (User Rating: 1 )
by MDodgen on Monday, 21st June 2004 @ 11:59:22 AM AEST
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good write, it has a nice flow. i'm glad you said this wasn't you or i would have to be worried about you. 4 stars

Re: Runaway (User Rating: 1 )
by RhythmBndt on Monday, 21st June 2004 @ 12:05:35 PM AEST
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Very compelling.

Re: Runaway (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Monday, 21st June 2004 @ 12:39:01 PM AEST
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Wow, you did an awesome job with this one. I felt I was reading a journal of someone's and shouldn't have been.

My favorite part was

I met this man who took me under his wing,
He told me I was his precious, little thing,
But after he had me under his control,
He raped me and shattered my soul.

The shattered my soul was awesome, and sad that after running away she finds nothing but more disappointment.

Awesome and wonderful,
~Kris~

Re: Runaway (User Rating: 1 )
by mountainhigh on Monday, 21st June 2004 @ 10:33:12 PM AEST
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You have the way to move one to tears and actions. Another awesome work.

Oh to be an angel who could hear the crys of the innocent in the dark, and strike so vicious at that breed who feed on children and babes of God.

Thank you.

Chris

Re: Runaway (User Rating: 1 )
by lexxie on Tuesday, 22nd June 2004 @ 01:44:06 PM AEST
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awsome write nice flow

l3xxi3

Re: Runaway (User Rating: 1 )
by Trisha on Tuesday, 22nd June 2004 @ 02:18:23 PM AEST
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Man I Like This. It's Good But I Been raped. I Hope The Person Isn't You Because I Know What It's Like To Be Raped But My Dad Didn't Do It Like In The Poem. It Was My Brothers Friend.

Re: Runaway (User Rating: 1 )
by Rhei76 on Wednesday, 23rd June 2004 @ 04:25:11 PM AEST
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Great 1st person dialog.
Sad and sick
What would happen if more people
just take the time to see.

Good poem. Take care and God bless you.

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