what if i belive you?
forgive me, forgive me
please come back to life"
My friends i won't say thier names...i miss you and love u...
Leaving to spend the next two weeks to go spend on my grandparents farm helping them roll hay and stuff...and I get to pratice my driving!!!!!!!
i loved you
but you used me
i cant belive i trusted u
with all the secrets i told u
you never really cared
u just sat there while i stared
i should have seen the signs early on
but i let ur lies carry on
he sat in his car while i walked by
he watched me with his eagle eyes.
i see his and i cry
but that dosent help the time that will soon come by.
he threw me on the ground screaming at me, hitting me until i bleed
what happened next i had wished i were dead
he riped my clothes until i lay reviled and crying
but he was still as unkinded
everything after that was a blur
a blur i have always hated
but it didnt help it from happening again
it happens over and over and over again
his love was all i ever needed,
he is the one i've been waiting for all my life,
while i was sitting alone in my room as a child,
thinking of my prince.
Finally he came
my leg shakes with long bright red scares,
this pain i feel no one understands
rawr is i love you in dinosor
put that in your juice box and suck it
ouchy my head
i hate headachs
is what i've done slutty?
is the pain i've been though what i deserve?
i think so...
she was my friend. My "big sis".
she introuduced me to her roommate.
a nice 25 year old guy. I never saw anything wrong with him.
he was sweet, kind, almost like a brotherly or fatherly figure to me.
until the day he kissed me. my heart sang. i thought is this love?
but i was 9. i didnt know love.
he took me and her to the bedroom, layed me down and did the unspeakable
he told me he loved me and i beilieved the lie.
This carried on for years
and as i grew up i noticed the sick things i was doing
the pain of it. him ontop of me, saying such violent, immpuslive words were almost as if he was stabbing me in the heart.
The day i tried to finally end it he tied me to his bed, beat me black and blue and let me feel so used
I sourounded myself with my friends and they protect me now. i see him once and again as i walk to the park.
but the friend besides me is my protector and i know i am safe
yeah this isnt really a poem...just something a wrote down one night after having a nightmare. but its true.
I'm thankful for all my friends. Love ya all!
i am afriad
hiding under my blanket
no one holding me
no one to hear my crys
no one to see the blood from my wrists