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I suffered for years the horrors of life,
Put through torment, pain and strife,
Abuse of the physicaly degrading kind,
That lead to the self abuse of my mind.
I became torn and twisted inside,
From the world now choosing to hide,
Suffering pain in indignant silence,
Scared to release through fear of violance.
I planned my revenge, what I could do,
How I would deal with the six of you,
Pick you all off one at a time,
But thats not me, I won't tow that line.
I should have spoke out when I had the chance,
Let the world see just how you dance,
To the beating sound of the peadophiles drum,
Left for condemnation under a judges thumb.
Twenty years on I can finaly speak,
Release my emotion, now no longer meek,
10 years of abuse ripped from my hand,
But for my weakness they still walk this land.
Put through torment, pain and strife,
Abuse of the physicaly degrading kind,
That lead to the self abuse of my mind.
I became torn and twisted inside,
From the world now choosing to hide,
Suffering pain in indignant silence,
Scared to release through fear of violance.
I planned my revenge, what I could do,
How I would deal with the six of you,
Pick you all off one at a time,
But thats not me, I won't tow that line.
I should have spoke out when I had the chance,
Let the world see just how you dance,
To the beating sound of the peadophiles drum,
Left for condemnation under a judges thumb.
Twenty years on I can finaly speak,
Release my emotion, now no longer meek,
10 years of abuse ripped from my hand,
But for my weakness they still walk this land.
Literature
One More Mistake.
With every word that I say
With every smile I fake
Every moment I live
I'm making one more mistake...
All the tears that I've cried
Have fallen unnoticed
No matter how hard I try
Nobody will know this...
Every friend that I've made
Everything I create
With every door that I open
I'm making one more mistake...
I hate what I've done
And this person that I've become
I hate these scars on my wrist
Is there no ending to this...?
With every beat of my heart
With every breath that I take
Every day I wake up
Is just another mistake...
Literature
Losing Me
I find peace in loathing
I suffer pleasure from pain
I feel comfort in dark clothing
Whether judgment or acceptance is my bane
I have cried all my tears
Still in darkness I am bound
Wandering desperately through the years
The true identities never to be found
Lost is all
A blanked out, thrown out memory
From the abuses that do appall
Hope and love was my every
But now my life will soon dissolve
Into a screaming dark place with no resolve...
Literature
You Are Not Emo
die your hair black
highlights of purple
converse on your feet
nails painted pink
all black clothes
a nose ring to match
dark eye make-up
pretend to cry
You have never cried
You have never been strong
YOu are not cool
You are not special
You are mainstream
You txt lik dis
You think you are emo
You beg for attention
You are annoying
And you don't understand
Stop pretending and saying " i'm so sad"
or "this is who i really am"
You scratch your skin
And say you cut
You knik your wrist
And say you tried to kill yourself
You search for attention
Where it does not lie
You've never had one hard day
You've never fought the
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This is insanely good...to the point of leaving me a bit distraught after reading it. The poem itself is very personal you but I could completely relate to the raw emotion..