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Blood, dripping, running,
From a broken heart.
Tears, streaming, falling,
I'm torn apart.
A smile, fading, gone,
I laugh no more.
A cry, building, escaping,
As you walk out the door.
A friendship, forgotten, lost,
As you drive away.
A love, broken, shattered,
As I'm left to stay.
Death, inviting, tempting,
I can live no more.
A fate, sealed, doomed,
As I lay on the floor.
Blood, dripping, running,
As I grab the knife.
Tears, streaming, falling,
As I take my life.
From a broken heart.
Tears, streaming, falling,
I'm torn apart.
A smile, fading, gone,
I laugh no more.
A cry, building, escaping,
As you walk out the door.
A friendship, forgotten, lost,
As you drive away.
A love, broken, shattered,
As I'm left to stay.
Death, inviting, tempting,
I can live no more.
A fate, sealed, doomed,
As I lay on the floor.
Blood, dripping, running,
As I grab the knife.
Tears, streaming, falling,
As I take my life.
Literature
Child Abuse
She tries not to cry as her dad beats her harder with the bat. A small tear escapes from the corner of her eye. He hits her even harder as he sees the small spec of salt water run down her face. She curls up into a small ball and takes a brutual beating to her back. Luckily her dad is using the wooden baseball bat this time.
The next day she wakes up on the living room floor in the same position. She gets up slowly and makes sure her dad isn't around. She looks out the window, his truck's gone, he's gone to work. She quickly grabs her school bag and heads out the door.
On her walk to school she adjusts her jacket sleeves to hide the welts
Literature
Angel of abuse
Angel of Abuse
I was his and moms little angel
But , to mom, behind those big innocent eyes
my smile did not reveal
The scars of abuse
That would lead me to death
Like so many before
And so many to come
The Government will fail me
my life it is what his drinking would cost
My screams in the night
My pleas they ignored
It will shake me to death
What will you do
Nothing? Why?
The neighbours heard my screams yet they did nothing
my death will mean nothing to you
I've tried to Protest the violence
He always does it Behind bedroom doors
THe bruises will fade but the pain will remain with me long after i am dead
Literature
I Have Seen
I have seen
Shrapnel flying through the air
As my friends run for cover,
Me among them.
I have heard
The sound of bombs, of gunshots
Cries of terror of the frightened, the fallen
Wailing sobs of those who mourn.
I have seen
The darkness of the night
Lingering over a stormy ocean
With only a single boat sitting there
As I make my way across the harbor.
I have heard
Only eerie silence of escape
Stifled tears of my companions,
Wondering whether we will live.
I have felt
The dismay of seeing neverending sea,
Fear for my life, for others
A want to be only back home.
The horror of gunshots rainin
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