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Bailey Ann Dec 2012
An million times I’ve replayed it this moment in my head

Picked apart trying to see when it began
The scream was piercing, it woke me from my sleep
But it seemed easy At the time,
One of laughter and fun
But I guess that was the last string of innocent remaining
Jolted by the shock of what was about to see next
The one who was there when my father left
The one who was there through the bullies, just you and me against the word.
Forever and always your little girl
You where the protector from all my childish fears
But now here you are convulsing on the stairs and I don’t know what to do.
Slow motion now, time comes to a stop
I’m frozen for what seems like eternity in that one spot
Grow up now
Call the ambulance
Grow up now
Save your sister from this terror
Grow up now
It’s not your time to breakdown
Call everyone
Tell them your world’s fallen apart
The guest in my house is now just another chore
Cook dinner
Take them through a city I don’t even know
Then fly them home
white walls and clean sheets is the only thing I come to know,
She forgets who I am
The memories forgotten, the only thing keeping our existence
40years of life was supposed to be a celebration
Turned out just a sad balloon with an auntie crying on my shoulder
Grow up now
Everything I knew is gone
Your eyes are lost
All the things we’ve seen, all the world’s we’ve explored
Her light was no longer lit
Her eyes are nothing, just an empty shell
Time never seemed to catch up
The hell in my heart never never seem to stop
Because when you came home, your eyes never did
The pain would not end
Our relationship we could not mend
The anger takes hold and I can’t seem to let the past go
It’s not your fault, it’s out of your control
But it’s out of mine to
My haunted future
Because I’m sitting here dwelling on this past
How long can this hell last
my bestfriend wrote a poem to go with this called Bailey's Poem by Devon Duggan-Groleau
Bailey Ann Dec 2012
i cant focus my energy
these words dont seem to write
all i can say is that shouldn't have been the night

**** is a word i dont want to use
coerced and confused
i gave everything away to you.

**** is a word to powerful
it leaves women black and blue
still, i didn't want that to happen, especially not with you

i had a bad feeling right from the start
your eyes where cold
voice insincere

still i though i was with friends
so i drank that cup straight till the end

the only real part of the women i am was left on the bathroom floor
with parts of my guts in the toilet bowl

just helping me to bed
to you this meant helping yourself into my pants

yes i am guilty, i let it go far
whatever, does not count as consent

while violence may not have been a part of this attack
my mind is not the same
i need medication just to feel okay

just because you wanted to get off
anxiety now follows me like the plague
the terrors that awake me every night

that punch in the face doesn't seem like enough
who am i to make you pay?
i'm just some stupid ****

i still feel that disgust
its my fault, i drank to much
victim blaming **** culture needs to be changed.
Bailey Ann Dec 2012
searching the depths of my my mind
for a word that can define
this emotion that’s taken everything away
It’s peculiar, and I’ve seem to haven fallen in love with the fact
That ill never get what it’s taken away back.
Searching, searching
Till only one word seems to fit
I don’t even know if it exists
Hopelessness
Is that the word for the haunting emptiness that keeps me up at night?
I don’t like it, something scary hides behind it
It feels as if it will consume me whole
Taking away myself as I’ve come to know
Bailey Ann Dec 2012
I have to much faith, and even whe im told im being a fool I don’t listen because I have faith in you

And so many times you’ve let me down, to the point where im begging you just to come around

Just to be my friend, you always said your there

I guess this time its different, this time im too much.

I blame myself for asking in my best friend to allow me to trust.

That ***** on the phone was more important, that test more deserving.

Preaching listen to the living before they become the dead

Here I am begging you to listen but instead seeing how I was just being taken for granted

I curse at myself for letting me get like that, so attached that I need to talk to you when im alone

it feels like you don’t care, even though the evidence it stalking up against you

“this is when true colours are shown”
“you don’t have money this week why do you think hes not around”

I still wait, because I have faith

Your skin is marked with black ink, your grandfathers said just have some faith and you will understand

I don’t think you’ll ever understand what its like to put someone before yourself

You keep everyone as a opition and I guess that’s my fault for making you a priority

Why would I expect something like that?

It might say you’re a man, by the year you where born

some man you are treating women as pray

Bringing them close and saying sweet words all the while just  to satisfy your hunger

Then come and preach that we are just not animals but something more, jumping on everything we see is disgusting

But I have faith that one day you will see

The hurt you cause and one day you might grow up to the man I know your destined to become

Everyone speaks and says that you’re the bad one, and that im blind if I cant see that the money is the main reason we share so many memories

But I still maintain my faith in you

My heart is big and maybe that’s my fault that I wont walk away when something good went wrong

But I put my faith in you that you will pull through at the end

Then again I was always good at playing pretend
Bailey Ann Dec 2012
reality is subjective

this one thing that is often forgot

reality and truth is something we are always yearning for

interpreted by our beings

mixed with the feelings we create inside

yours might be different then mine

how do you know what is

if its subjected to your minds eye

reality will never stop playing games

not to mess with you

its just how life's made

everything we espy, embrace and acknowledge

is deciphered in alternatives

basic on the past and our purpose in life

"reality" is scripted fictions

when that gets shattered

brains become dysfunctional matter

for the true reality world is to harsh, cold

to bare on one poor soul
Bailey Ann Dec 2012
a single touch

is a lighting bolt striking my flesh

it courses through my veins, and i try to push it away.

first it travels downwards forming clouds at my feet  

lands in my stomach, not so much a feeling butterflies

more like huge crashing tides

then to my brain so i can process this fear

not a fear of life or death

but a fear of heart or head

this isn’t suppose to happend, im not supposed to feel this way

so i move along and hide my true state

cause its easier to pretend

ill just lie and call you my good friend

so we will stay whatever we are

you want me

if you want it, you must take it all

my heart, my head, and my soul.
Bailey Ann Dec 2012
undress little darling, show him everything you’ve got

breathe little darling its only your first shot

relax he says “baby, it will be alright”

but something inside you tells you this shouldn’t be the night

your not that kind of girl, but still baby here you lay.

to be his that’s all you want

you didn’t know that feelings had nothing to do with this sick and twisted plot.

although your “innocence” may still remain in tact, he took something more valuable than that.

he was the good guy, the one that you placed on all your bets

turned out, he was just like the rest.
for someone who broke my heart
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