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No [noh] adverb def./ a negative used to express dissent, denial, or refusal, as in response to a question, action, or request. I said it. Over and over when I saw the drawings and heard their words. I choked it out. In a bathroom stall as tears ran down my cheeks They didn’t hear. I screamed it. In my head when he held me against him I whispered it. Out loud when he touched me in a way i didn’t want. He didn’t hear. I cried it. In agonizing pain as he stood in my room. I pushed it out of my lips from the depths of my hurt with my voice shaking yet strong It wasn’t strong enough He didn’t understand. I lied it. When the doctors asked me if I wanted to die. I murmured it in the ice cold room pulling my sleeves so my scars didn’t show. I just wanted to go home but home wasn’t the blue house on 69th terrace I didn’t understand I sobbed it. Into my pillow at 3am when it trapped me in it’s death grip at last. Her voice had become louder than mine And I can’t say it anymore. No one listens. -o.g
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Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 9:10 PM UTC
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No [noh] adverb def./ a negative used to express dissent, denial, or refusal, as in response to a question, action, or request. I said it. Over and over when I saw the drawings and heard their words. I choked it out. In a bathroom stall as tears ran down my cheeks They didn’t hear. I screamed it. In my head when he held me against him I whispered it. Out loud when he touched me in a way i didn’t want. He didn’t hear. I cried it. In agonizing pain as he stood in my room. I pushed it out of my lips from the depths of my hurt with my voice shaking yet strong It wasn’t strong enough He didn’t understand. I lied it. When the doctors asked me if I wanted to die. I murmured it in the ice cold room pulling my sleeves so my scars didn’t show. I just wanted to go home but home wasn’t the blue house on 69th terrace I didn’t understand I sobbed it. Into my pillow at 3am when it trapped me in it’s death grip at last. Her voice had become louder than mine And I can’t say it anymore. No one listens. -o.g
There are narrations that correspond with each section of the poem. It means a lot to me. Comments would be appreciated.
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Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 9:10 PM UTC
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