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[aid] => mick
[title] => Life With A Muderer
[time] => 2004-09-05 16:59:20
[hometext] => this one really means alot to me, please comment!!
[bodytext] => 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 I didn’t understand at first It’s 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 *****! I’m 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 wasn’t done In fact she hadn’t even begun. Picked me up and dropped me in the tub This isn’t her I thought, it’s 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, I’m 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, I’m 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 would’ve had to look within The room was covered in blood, from where I didn’t know I heard her footsteps coming again; I knew I had to go If I didn’t get out I wouldn’t 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 couldn’t feel the tears streaming down my face All I wanted was to escape from that place I don’t 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 didn’t tell them what happened because I was afraid I didn’t 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 she’s 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? Won’t someone save me from this prison of fear? Do you hear me scream, do you know I’m 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. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 170 [topic] => 43 [informant] => darkplaidbabe [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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