The Abuser
By Kira Nathalie
I'm in your hateful clutch.
Your love crushed me and stabed me too much
My heart weeps, It's black and cold.
Like a lock, sealing on a tale's old.
I feel nothing now, I think nothing now.
Yet I wounder why, that and how?
I only know that I'm screaming to get out, and it's slowly killing me.
I'm the one, the picked on and hated tree.
Someday, not by you, but by my own hand.
I will parish and become one with the land.
I mend my heart alone and afraid.
Hoping that someday my wounds will fade.
You choose to laugh at my pain, you choose to not look back.
Still, I'm traped in the bottom of your sack.
And I don't know when this will end.
It's only a matter of time when the guilty will send.
Most likely by then I wont be around.
No longer do I wish to be pushed to the ground.
You abuse my love and strip me bare.
And I scream as it echos in the air.
I push and I cry.
But theres no were to run and no were to hide.
I try to get away and yell hoping someone will catch my plead.
But theres no one around to hear my heed.
Please have mercy! Sheading my blood should be enough.
What a mistake, it only gets more rough.
I sob and scream in my head.
I see the floor soping and red.
Some how I get away.
I reach for the escape and you get in my way.
I look to the side, and theres the anwser.
Without thinking I move like a dancer.
Striking you again and again.
My blood and yours start to blend.
You fall the floor, streched out and what not.
I looked down at the blade and what it had brought.
I drop to my knees the cry to the floor.
siting in your blood and asking no more.
I sit up, still my tears drop like dimes.
I dont want to continue on with my times.
The pain will not ceace and will not ease.
I will stop and give my please.
I bring the blade to my neck, drop and fall.
And thankful I could end it once and for all....
 SamMoved10 · Sun Jan 11, 2009 @ 02:54am · 0 Comments |
