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Anna Sep 2019
It's funny-how one word can change everything.
One word can make the good memories fade away.
One word can hurt more than a physical blow.
One word can overtake your every thought.
One word can consume you.
One word can break you.
It's funny how one word can destroy you, but one word can also set you free.
I would rather be hit with sticks and stones- then ever have to hear that one word.
the saying "sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me" is a lie. It is something we say to gather strength and dignity after the words have already done their damage.
. . . Hit me . . .
I'm begging you for it,
Begging
. . .
Luca C Aug 2019
And I have been fighting,
I have been fighting since
I knew I had to fight.
Since I knew what it was.
I was fighting against the smoke
that blew its way
out of my brother's lungs
in the middle of the night
when he thought i was asleep.
I was fighting against my father's uncontrollable anger,
and hands that roamed my body
when I didn't want them to.
I was fighting against my friends darkness
and my own.
But I never once,
had to fight you.
Not you, thats why you were different. You were the one thing that i loved, that i didnt need to fight.
Anastasia Aug 2019
My head
Is pounding
It hurts
Perhaps
I shouldn't have
Hit it
Over
  Ove r
  O v E r
   O   V  E r
O V e R
Again
Against a concrete wall
let me live Jul 2019
You left me at the doorstep,
Packed all my **** and left,
You did me *****,
Again ,again and again

Ride or die,
I never was,
One and only,
Nope I never was,

You shoot your words like a flamethrower ,I barely finish my sentences,
You accept beating me,
Not once but twice,
With the sharp cutlasses ,

I don’t even care anymore because I love you,
But love should not hurt when I touch you...
I’m alone again.

Domestic abuse is never ok you should never feel alone :tel:08082000247
Hurt pain beaten
The Vault Jun 2019
Give me another hit.  
I am feeling scared
I want to forget who I was and what is now
Nothing will matter in a second
Not the dark
Not what is happening

Give me another hit
I want to taste the burn and feel the fire
I want to faze off so the fear isn't anything anymore

Give me another hit
Just one more.
I promise this is the last
I just want to forget.
c Jun 2019
I am afraid of lots of things
But mostly of myself
Because I love
Too hard
And I fall
Too hard
And I hit the ground
Too hard
I’m not sure I can get up this time
tierney morris May 2019
He grabbed her by the wrist
Pushed her to the floor
She missed the little kiss
Before she'd leave the door

Every day was a fight
She couldn't escape
He would hurt her
She was no longer under his embrace

She lost her kids to the system
He had a lot of problems
She just wished she could fix them
She just didn't know how

His hand bruised her face
She had a shiner
She'd cry and run but he'd chase
But every tear that fell made her a 'whiner'

He grabbed her by the throat
And shoved her into the door
He held a knife and impaled her
Her blood dripping to the floor

He fled outside the door
Her body lying on the floor
Tears running down her face
As she was seeing the light even clearer

He could see her body as he ran
Her cries becoming clearer
Realising what he'd done
Leaving her for dead, battered and bruised
I have to write a poem for a drama piece in school because my teacher really likes my poem and this is it :) It is about a man abusing his wife because we have to use stereotypes but of course it's not always this way. Sorry it's not the best aha.
cait-cait May 2019
prosperity comes in…
prosperity comes…

she comes in...

shades of black and blue,

like bruises
when you hit me and tug on my hair,
and like
apples that ripen and then soften...
A half sequel to my prom “I am on my knees.” It wasn’t intended to be a sequel or even be a poem at all but reading it made me think of it. I don’t chew on my fingernails anymore. I’ve been really interested in writing that features a lot of hesitation / stuttering
Calla Fuqua Apr 2019
I Hit A Wall

6 am, and my dad drags me across the gravel driveway to wake me up.
Blood mixed with lasts night’s makeup.
I hit a wall.

My siblings and I think he killed those people in our town.
A town small enough for it to be weird that the killer was never caught.
I hit a wall.

Hidden guns in the walls,
Ropes strung up all over the garage,
And a diagnosed sociopath.
I hit a wall.

Sister has Stockholm Syndrome.
After what he did to her,
She still brings her kids to his house.
I hit a wall.

I’m bipolar
And running out of things I can blame it on.
Maybe it was the
Gun plastered to my face.
Or the **** pictures he threatened to take.
I hit a wall.

I hit a wall

I hit a wall

This time,
It breaks.
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