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Why am I always hurt
Day and day its always the same.
He hits me and kicks me
And says its all my fault
That he suffer's at work.
I try to hide the bruises
Under the make-up and clothes.
But the physical pain is to
Much to bear.
I dont think I can take much more of this.
He walks through the door
All mad nad ticked off.
He grabs me and hits me
With the back of his hand.
I start to whimper
He yells horrible words
And slams me onto
The cold hard floor.
When I start to cry
He picks me up
And throws me on the bed.
Then he feels bad
And gives me a kiss.
I feel like i'm standing alone.
Fighting with right and wrng.
Should I stay or should I go?
But in the end
I always choose wrong.
I wrote this about abuse, I personally have not experienced anything like this but I have come close. I left before it got to bad. Seeing all kinds of stuff about abusive partners on the news and how they end up going right back to it made me want to write about it, hope you all enjoy!
On that fateful day

We lost many innocent lives

When the two planes hit the twin towers

It sent us into shock and confusion

Not knowing what was going on

Wondering if it was an accident or terroist attack

Everywhere everyone screamed and panicked

We watched in horror as people plummeted to their death from hundreds of feet

Fires burning from variouse levels

Many were told to stay put

That rescue would come,

But little did they know the crew would be wrong

Parts of the building, dust, ash, and smoke fell or poured through holes in the building

Many sacrificed their lives to save others

Phones stopped working

Papers from great heightes fell to the ground

You could hear disturbing cries for help

Relatives trying to phone in to see if loved ones survived

Everyone cried, scared for theirs and others lives

Friends call oue looking and searching for others

When the towers fell everyone ran for their lives

As we stood watching the television,

Or listening to the radio we gathered and cried

So many injuired and death on that sad, sad day

Family, friends, and coeworkers dead or trapped

Heart break filled everyone

Prayers were heard all over the world

To this day we have a moment of silence

For family, friends, and strangers all over the world,

For the brave men and woman.

We will NEVER forget that fateful day called 9/11.
This feeling is so over whelming
But very addicting
Watching it slide across my wrist
Blood pouring to the surface
While I'm in the zone
I don't feel any of it
But afterwards it stings like hell
This is my Safe Haven
I have controle over it all
I controle how many lines
How deep I cut into my flesh
Knowing this is not healthy
But cant seem to stop
Sometimes making pictures
Or simply just words
Why is this so addicting?
Why can't I make it stop?
Trying to figure my life out
Wondering if it's too late
Can I change my course of fate?
He tries to run down my faith

To stear ne away from my God

Throwing curve ***** here and there

Bringing in sickness and death

Satan will not win the battle

If I stay on my knees and pray

When Satan wants me

He has to walk through the blood

Until then Satan can not come in!!!
ALL THOSE MEN AND WOMEN WHO LOST THEIR LIVES

WHETHER IN CALMNESS OR IN STRIFE

ALL TO KEEP AMERICA FREE

AND END THE WAR WITH VICTORY

TO HEAR THE CHILDREN LAUGH AND PLAY

AFTER THE VICTORIOUS DAY

JUST LOOK AT ME, I'M FREE

THESE VETERANS ARE THE ONES THAT FREED ME

SO WHEN I SEE THEM MARCHING PAST

ME HEART STARTS TO BEAT REALLY FAST

WHEN I THINK OF THEIR LOVE FOR OUR COUNTRY

I THINK OF AMERICA AS MY FAMILY

AND WHEN THE WAR IS FINALLY OVER

VICTORY WILL ALWAYS HOVER

GOD BLESS OUR BRAVE MEN AND WOMEN OF AMERICA!
As I sit here trying to deliberate my fate

Thoughts of suicide cross my mind

The only problem is I can't seem to choose

Will it be a gun to my head?

Will it be an overdose?

Will it be a noose around my neck?

Will it be a deep cut down both wrist?

So many choices, so little time

One way or another I will choose

As I sit here trying to deliberate my fate

Thoughts of suicide cross my mind

The only problem is will anyone care?
Baby tell me that you love me
That you want to hold me close

I want to kiss your soft lips

To run my fingers through your hair.




Baby tell me that you care

That you will be there for me

I want to feel like I am wanted

To look into your eyes and know




Baby tell me that I'm not crazy

That you feel the same about me

I want to love you forever

To know that I'm yours for eternity




Baby tell me all your little secrets

That I may do the same for you

I want to know that I'm the one

To know my instincts are forever right



Baby tell me all your hidden fears

That I may keep you safe

I want to choose you

To be my baby; all you have to do it say YES!
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