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 Dec 2018 Yasmine Magdy
Alex
I step on the walking stones
I don't know where they lead
I just hope they don't lead me home
Where I have planted a dangerous seed

Mama left dad and me all alone
And dad got sad and drank a lot
He walked around like a mindless drone
I tried to hide away, but I was caught

He got mad at me, and began to shout
He began to hit me, he was very mad
And in my mind, well I had no doubt
That this was my fault, that dad would never be glad

He drank more, he hit more
And mama never came back
She didn't save me from the horror
And I felt it was love I was always destined to lack

So I walk away, after very long years
On the stepping stones
Many bruises, many tears
But maybe in heaven I'll be less alone

So no matter what world, I'll love you all.
 Dec 2018 Yasmine Magdy
Alex
A little girl, in her room
Playing with dolls, out of the way of all doom

The little girl, now a bit older
Carries little burden, she is sober
She runs around the house happily,
But one night, she doesn't sleep

The teen girl, still growing up
Thought she had it all figured out
Thought she would never be this stuck
But with all the sleepless nights,
And all the memories in her head
That little girl, will never be the same again.

The girl, eyes deprived of life
Lies in her room, in the dead of night
The blood rushes onto the carpet,
And onto the dolls
As the once little girl
Couldn't take it anymore
 Dec 2018 Yasmine Magdy
Alex
Tired
 Dec 2018 Yasmine Magdy
Alex
I'm tired of people
I'm tired of hearing

I'm tired of feeling
I'm tired of seeing

I'm tired of turning
Everything upside down

I'm tired of life
And tired of feeling down
 Dec 2018 Yasmine Magdy
Alex
When I look into her eyes
I don't see her pretty smile
I see tears
Just waiting to fall

She stands there, stiff and unmoving
Looking through me
And no matter what I do
She doesn't respond

So as I sit there
And watch those tears fall
I sit and wonder
What I did wrong?
 Dec 2018 Yasmine Magdy
Alex
Since when did I have to do this
Since when did I have to write
To keep me from going insane
And crying every night.

Once I was happy,
A joyful little girl
But ever since I grew up
I seem to see way more

I can see now, the terrifying world
And I can hear now, the voices knocking at my door
I can feel the sadness, as I walk through the air
And I can sense that I am no little girl no more.

I miss believing I'd be happy forever
I miss running around playing house
I miss not being sad with every breath and more
And I miss most of all trusting in us

— The End —