AbuseThe gut wrenching painAbuse10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The mind numbing feel
The taste of disdain
If only this were unreal.
The smiles are now gone
Blows become known
The voice a dark tone
The fear has now shown.
The blood on my lips
The cough on my breath
The pain in my hips
I feel now like death.
My body cold now like snow
If only I would have known
My esteem could get so low
Sooner, I would have flown.
therapy.she is oh so fragile, made of pretty pieces of shattered glass and shards of clouds for eyes. she can sing her little heart out and tell you a story that you'll want to hear, while holding your heart out to the light you're sure she has. she will tell you she is strong, strong and true until you hold her under the blue blue light to find out for your self and then you will see the cracks and fissures and fractures that mean the end. she is oh so sweet until you unwrap the layers, one by one by one and then you get to her center and find something bitter and jaded jaded by time and doubt and regret.therapy.6 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
she is oh so fragile, and one would think she would have broken by now and scattered herself into a million little pieces of colored dreams.
'hold on to me. don't let go. i don't know how to stay together now.'
questions left un
awful tastes hang
ing in the air.
there is something, no, somethings that i want you to answer for. that i want to know how
till death"Till Death, We Won't Part"till death7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They lie together side by side,
Two lovers who are meant to be.
She watches as he closes his eyes.
Those beautiful eyes he used to look at her.
Those eyes that sent chills through her body.
The same eyes that made her pulse race.
And as he closed up those wonderful eyes,
She felt a single tear roll down her cheek.
"I will love you 'till the day I die,"
She cried, shutting her eyes,
"And I will never forget you.
Thank you for loving me."
Before she left, she gave him one last kiss,
And stared at his unopened eyes,
The eyes that used to give her body chills.
Sexual Abuse from a VictimOver the last year I have dedicated time to recalling what happened to me when I was sexually abused. I do think that to just get over it is healthy. I often had emotional outbursts thinking about what happened to me during that time of my life, however, I am not doing this to help just myself, but hopefully to help others understand what was going through my mind while I was being sexually abused. I wanted to research this because I feel I can help others who have been sexually abused, and also educate parents and teachers on the subject.Sexual Abuse from a Victim11 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Since writing this I have realized writing this article helped me a lot: I don't feel so alienated by the experience at all anymore. I feel really good about myself for doing this and I have received feedback from many people with great support. This article has had literally hundreds of reads on many sites across the world wide web where I have published it. I feel that growth in esteem and perhaps just getting older in general has made me change a