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Jul 2010
The scars the pain,
the blood I shed.
The hurt the confusion,
you can not mend.

The darkened streets,
I walks alone.
The yelling the torture,
I can't just go home.

A joker a Queen,
any other card.
Deal me a different one,
this one's taken me too far.

The burning the heat,
it's too much to take.
The frown's getting deeper,
a smile I can not fake.

It echos it's loud,
that voice in my ear.
The night he told me,
'Don't worry dear...

I'm here for you,
you can trust me.
you have nothing to fear,
when you're with me'

The touching the violence,
oh please make it stop!
I can't squirm or wiggle out,
someone call a cop!

I scream and cry,
I leave the scene.
The **** the torture,
it will never leave me.

The words of men,
forever echo loud.
They always leave me alone,
for someone else to be found.

The last time I trusted,
it was forever lost.
I loved him with all I had,
at a painful cost.

For he left me alone,
lied to me without truth.
Believed anothers words,
without any real proof.

The blade it sliced,
my skin I tear.
The blood is dripping,
covers the clothes I wear...
Jolene Perron
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Jolene Perron
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