In the vacuum of a broken heart
I am blood rushed and torn apart

Crimson tears roll down my cheek,
Wounded, torn, for I am weak

Trapped in a place of hate and deceit,
closed my eyes and covered in sheet

I am no more but my soul will remain
Never forgiven, you are so vain

Bright red tears
Slip down her face.
Eyes are beaten, bruised.
The sweat-beads form
As brother comes,
To beat her black and blue.
The cry she gives.
Is quickly silenced.
By agony and fear.
He takes her arm,
Raises it high.
And cracks it without tear.
Her ear-piercing cry
Is once silenced again.
By life or death decision.  
Brother blows.
Pounding her down.
And to heaven
That little girl goes.

smuggled in for a lucrative trade
beaten, bartered
broken in, until i obey
i used to be childlike
innocent and safe
now i’m someone else's treasure
a strangers pleasure
smothered in shame.

She is the color of passion ー
    The heated sighs and whispers
    of promises to be broken in
    cold, lonely nights.

She is the color of kisses ー
     Chafed and bruised in stolen
      Moments, never to be
      experienced again.

She is the color of scorn ー
      Laughter, icy and vengeful,
      over desperate pleas as they
      fall to Bitter ears.

She is the color of women,
      of mother and child,
      Forgotten and forsaken ー
      a ransom paid for one eternal
      Night.

I've got everything figured out,
Now it dawns on me that all this time
I was being used! And I know that I
Was abused, but then all of a sudden
I feel IT...you know. That "feeling,"
That paranoid feeling that says "yea, and
You but you did this and that and the other
Thing, (I know what you did last
Summer) suuuuure. And so I sit
There re-ensuring all I had my
Needs, couldn't-no-wouldn't let
Myself be until I finally did "IT."
And then I realize I was right,
That I'm just being spooked by
People here who are trying to
Brainwash me at night,
Then it begins again, I knew it!
I was right, I was abused!
But then I feel IT again...

Ain't no way to hide those lyin' eyes...GOD I hate that song.

Broken and bruised
onside of me
For so long I took the punches
I felt like was paralyzed  
Trapped inside of your box
I can't take anymore
It's maddest like a earthquake
Hand over heart, I'm praying
That I'm gonna make it out alive
You got me scattered in pieces
Shining like stars and screaming
Lightening me up like Venus.

Myriah young

I hate the way you seem to sit inside my every thought.
Dripping from my poetry and making me distraught.
Your presence seems to haunt me and fill my heart with grief.
And even when you're gone, I still can't find relief.
Your words are like a poison, I drink until I'm numb.
And to your addictive voice, again I shall succumb.
You're merciless and painful, but wear a soft disguise
You broke my bleeding heart in the time of my demise.
I miss your open arms, to which I used to run.
I was all set to die, so you handed me the gun.

Broke me and dropped me, treated me like ****.
Ignored my every cry, and sadly this is it.
I'm done with how you make me cry and question why I'm here.
Never said a single word, but silence screams so clear.
You saw me dangling from above just simply hanging there.
But once again you walked away, I know you'll never care.
My world was turning upside down and I wanted your sweet light.
But every day now since you're gone is an even greater fight.

You don't want a relationship with me
so what are we doing here
staring
waiting for the other to lose
I REFUSE
to be your friend with benefits
OH GOD,
I want a relationship