Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
I remember just a year ago
when I was counting
because there were so few
that I could number them
I want to tell you something,
But I don't know how
So I'll just say it here:

I forgot there were butterflies on my wrist
Until it was too late
I guess I technically broke my clean again. I just scratched myself a lot with a safety pin. That was only because I didn't have a screwdriver to take apart my pencil sharpener and also my bowie knife was across the room from me
It's just a cycle, a routine,
I get to his house and he starts to yell.
He shouts and he calls me names
As my tears burn my cheeks.
He taunts me for letting myself be bullied in the 4th grade
He insults my mother for going through 2 boyfriends in 10 years
He leaves the room and gets high
And comes back later as angry as ever.
He yells some more,
Threatens to hit me,
Sometimes he does.
Then he leaves and comes back later
All happy and bubbly and sweet.
He apologizes and I accept, although I know I shouldn't.
I know I should stand up
I know I should take charge
I know I should put my foot down,
Say "enough is enough" and call my mom,
But a part of me chooses not to
A part of me feels guilty
A part of me feels bad for even considering leaving.
I know he can't help it, he snaps so easily.
Let me tell you,
Living with a drunk bipolar man with anger issues when he smokes ***
Is utter hell sometimes
my dad has been emotionally and verbally abusive but i've been too scared to leave and go to my mom's more because he tends to guilt-trip people
 Mar 2016 Pastell dichter
chris
:):
 Mar 2016 Pastell dichter
chris
:):
sad teens with happy faces
Next page