why do you hate us so?
why do you persecute us and beat us with words?
why do you tear out my heart?
why do you abuse me?
am i that bad?
you beat me and play me for no reason at all. . .
am i that ugly?
you pull out my hair when i try to be pretty. . .
am i that hated?
you beat me when i speak and rape me when i dont. . .
am i that stupid?
you lie to my face and beat me all day. .
am i that unwanted?
i am beaten abused, unwanted and hated. . you wouldn't miss me so why do i stay?
you would be ecstatic!
you rejoice saying the little "bitch" is dead.
i guess i dont leave cause wiothout the pain i wouldnt know what to do. .
you hate me but that hate keeps me going. .
you dont like me but you yell at me. .
my pain is my lifeline. . .
without it i'd die.
so when you beat me i dont let myself cry. . .
cause at least you care enough to think of me when your angry. .
i guess these beatings. . this pain. . .is better then being forgotten. .
am i right?
even if you stop i wont stay anymore. . .
i had a new lifeline. .
so pretty and pure. .
but you took him away and killed him infront of me. .
my happiness ruins your fun.
my smiles ruin your day. .
my dreams hold you back. .
so im sorry. .
i guess i'll always be miserable. .
because when he helped me spread my wings you ripped them out. .
hung them on your wall for all to see. .
as if they were a metal or award.
yoou took my wings and savoiur and trapped me here.
but i sahll be free. .
i'll just give you favorite color. .
blood red.
i'll stain your walls with it. .
paint pictures with it. .
and artfully give you what you want most.
find my present with porcelian skin. .
with ribbons of liquid red on the wrists and neck.
find my present with black hair and red ribbon. . . .
do you like my art?. .
that is what i wonder as io create my new peice. . .
pretty liquid ribbons on MY porcelian skin. .
blakc hair adoring MY head. . .
i am your present. .
at least my death is. .
i hope you enjoy it. .
at least notice it. .
miss your punching bag. .
miss my screams. .
but i know you wont miss me.
notice your punching bag missing. .
then find you present on the tile floor. .
with your favorite color. .
RED. .
on the wrists. .
find your present. .
read my letter. .
my last gift to you. . .
enjoy it. .
I gave you your happiness back. . .
enjoy it. . .
enjoy life. .
i hope you find someone whos loves and you love back. .
cuz'. . . i guess i wasnt the one. . .
enjoy your freedom. . .
goodbye.
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PoetryThis is simply a collection of my poems and possibly small stories that I write down when I feel overly emotional in any case. I hope some connect and Know you are never alone. Thank you for reading.
