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Drew Vincent Oct 2017
It's all my fault.
All of this,
It's all because of me.

I loved you.
I thought you loved me,
But you didn't.

This pool of blood next to me,
is all my fault.
All. My. Fault.

There was a knock on my door.
It was you.
Your blue eyes shined brightly at mine as they always did.

But now, the light is gone.
The shine in your eyes has vanished
And it's all my fault.

I let you in the house,
"Why are you here?" I ask.
You slam the door and lock it.

Nervously I ask,
"What was that for?"
Your eyes were dark.

You gripped my hand tightly,
you lead me into the bedroom,
You shoved me onto the bed.

My head slammed into the headboard;
Hard, but not hard enough.
My head spun.

I vaguely saw you undress,
"What are you doing?" my voice slurred
as you tore off my pants.

I tried to say, "Don't," but I couldn't muster a word.
I put my hands up to stop you
But there was no stopping you.

A moment later, you're on top of me.
You forced my wrists down
And caressed my neck with your lips.

I tried to move
But your grip was too tight.
I could feel your hands leaving behind marks around my wrists.

I tried to tell you to stop.
You were hurting me.
But my voice was gone.

My vision blurred in and out of focus.
You squeeze me tighter as you forced your way in.
I gasped, the pain was unbearable.

I have to do something
The woman in my head showed me a vision that I knew would make you stop.
No, not that. Anything but that.

All I could feel was pain.
All I could see was your blurred face contorting in sync with your body.
All I could hear was a loud ringing in my ears.

"Stop," I whisper.
"Stop it."
"Please."

Your mouth went back to my neck.
You kissed me.
You bit me, hard.

"Get off!" I said loudly.
I had finally found my voice.
"Stop it now."

You didn't stop
The pain didn't stop
With each ****** my head throbbed.

The pain was never ending.
Tears streamed down the sides of my face.
A loud, terrified scream pierced my ear drums.

It took a moment to realize, it was me.
Both sight and sound were suddenly clear.
With an edge to my voice, "I said stop."

I ****** my knee up and hit you.
You loosened your grip on me.
I broke my hand free and sucker punched you in the jaw.

You rolled off of me and I was already on my feet.
I started to run toward the kitchen.
You chased after me.

I found the knife block
And drew the first one I saw.
I turned around, knife in my hand, you stopped dead in your tracks.

"Calm down babe.
Don't get yourself all worked up.
We were just having fun."

"Fun?" I screamed.
"You call that fun?
I'll show you fun!"

Not again,
My eyes rolled back into my head.
She took over.

"You'll pay for this," she hissed.
She had complete control over my voice, my body.
Please know I couldn't stop her.

Don't hurt him
I tell her.
But she doesn't hear me.

She raised my hand that clutches the knife.
"Die you miserable *******," she screamed.
She brought the knife down deep into your chest.

No!
Stop it!
Don't hurt him!


It's too late.

Your body dropped.
You laid there motionless,
Blood pooled all around you.

She released her grip on me.
I gasped for air and
dropped.

I sit here now next to you.
I hug my knees to my chest
and rock back and forth.

"No.
Why?
This can't be real.

You didn't mean it.
You didn't mean it.
You loved me."

I gently touch the marks on my wrists.
I wince.
"You didn't mean it."

This is all my fault.
I should have tried harder to stop it.
She just tried to save me.

She didn't mean it.
She can't help it.
You didn't mean it.

It's my fault you're dead.
I couldn't stop you.
I couldn't stop her.

She is just a part of me.
I needed help.
She was stronger.

You didn't mean it.
I found this old piece and decided to update it and upload it. This was from about 5 years ago.
NitaAnn Oct 2017
I know you don't understand
BUT
I have been trying to bridge the gap.

You do not know me
And I don't really know you
I don't trust you.
To have a true relationship
We are going to have
Get to know each other
On common ground.

I need a minute
I need you to understand
That this relationship that you are ready for
Is just too much to ask of me
UNREASONABLE
BAD THINGS did happen
HORRIBLE THINGS I cannot just forget.

My impulse is not to lean on you
NOT YET
You are pushing me away
By pushing yourself on me
I need you to let me come to you
As I am ready
STOP
Forcing yourself on me
STOP
Putting me in a position
Where I have to say no.

There is a huge gap
Between how you see me
And how I see me
This will take time, patience
And tremendous effort
To bridge that gap.

I know you don't understand
BUT
I am trying to bridge the gap.
I am so frustrated.
Kay Lueders Oct 2017
Some days I am small
I recoil into myself
Curling my knees into my chest
As if I am back in my placenta
Other days I am getting double teamed
In the room of a cheap ****** motel
while a guy tells me I look hot while I cry
I am two sides of one coin
I love ***
Then I hate ***
But I tolerate the act so I can feel something
Sometimes I feel
My rapists hands slither through and tear apart my progress just like he tore a part my virginity that cool January day.
Other times I feel ****** urges ravage through me
A demon of sweat and moans
That won't be satisfied until I am
sweating and moaning
I am not useful unless I am being used
I am tired of not feeling useful when I am not being used
Victoria Oct 2017
When is ok to touch me
Without my permission
When is ok to grab me and make me
Touch you
Without my permission
Is it when I've had a drink
Is it when you don't think
Is it when I smile
Is it when it's "been awhile"
Is it when I give you a "come get me" look
Is it when your shook
Is it when I said no
Is it when you called me **
Is it when I begged you to let me go
Is it when you said **** no
Is it when I tried to run
Is it when you said its just for fun
Is it when I gave up
Is that when you tested your luck
When
When was it ok to make me feel
Like less of a human
Was that the deal
When was it ok to make me cry
To make me feel like I wanted to die
When was it ok at all
When was it ok to make me fall
When
When
When?
Broken Arpeggio Oct 2017
Repair It...
Take this suffering
And take my pain
Let my poisonous mind
Be cleansed by the rain

Restore It...
Take this prison
And take my shame
Break down the walls
And to my defenses take aim

Soothe It...
Take this perfection
And take my mechanical ways
Become flexibly imperfect
And allow growth from change
Do something different...Say "NO" to the monotony of ruts!
Kirsten Perry Sep 2017
As I sit her staring at the wall
thinking of things that destroy us all,
I think of you.
As I sit her pondering the possibilities
and dreaming of opportunities,
I think of you.
I think about how you made me feel.
Like nobody other than you could truly love me,
As I sit here trying to forget you,
the way your skin smelled.
They way things were before they went to ****.
Trying to forgive myself for giving you all the chances
I could physically and mentally handle,
I think of you.
Dreaming of a day when the idea of shaving my legs
scares me
because I can't trust myself not to cut again
Dreaming of a day when I can be alone and not
crumble under the weight of the memories.
Dreaming of the day I can go to sleep
without seeing you on top of me,
without smelling your breath.
Dreaming of escape.
I dream of you leaving
I dream of you staying.
I dream of walls, razors and things that destroy us all.
I dream of you.
Rebecca Madeira Sep 2017
You are forbidden from returning to my dreams. Taunting me, provoking me, torturing my subconscious mind with your narcissistic sadism. I'm no longer your *******. I'm no longer your tattered rag doll with frays at the knees and threading that refuses to hold. No longer will you find a thrill in viewing the black and blue-toned soft spots about my body, find pleasure in the fact that you created them. No longer will your fist adorn my neck and the blood you drew decorate my limbs like threats scrawled in crimson ink. I no longer live in the cage you forged specially for me to occupy. I'll never again ***** lies that have been ever so carefully ingrained into the crevices of gray matter within my battered skull. No more contracts written in blood and marrow, surrendering the black pulp of a soul that may not even exist within me. I'm now my own. I no longer retreat from battle, I storm the walls that you constructed around my heart. I am truly loved and the scars that once reminded me of terror and cowering in corners are now covered up with the finger paint that is left behind every time her hands dance across my flesh. You never won. I have reigned victorious and you'll know it when you look inside your pillowcase for that last slice of my consciousness you refused let go of. You'll know it because it will no longer be there. It's back with me, where it always belonged.

Rebecca Madeira (C)
Wounded Warrior Sep 2017
They keep trying to knock me down.
But I'm a warrior.
I'm stronger then they all think.
Their blows hurt & knock me down.
Sometimes I can only crawl but I keep moving forward & get right back up.
This time I know my strengths & weaknesses.
I'm determined.
I come prepared for battle.
I wear the helmet of love, the shield of compassion, the sword of connection & the belt of truth.
I breathe in determination & exhale all the lies.
This time I know my worth & my truth.
You may not understand my story or experience
But this time I sure as hell won't let you captivate me into a cage... nope.
Last time I allowed others to hold a key to my heart.
Now I know better.
I'm best friends with that little girl within me.
I'm gentle & loving with her.
I protect her and show her she has everything she needs right within her.
Though the storms try to drown us, we will prevail.
People used to be the storms in my life that knocked me down & threw me around.
Now I am the Storm.
My anger is the thunder & lightening.
The rain is my tears that water my soul.
I also shine sunshine, lots of it.
The mixture creates a rainbow.
A rainbow which that little girl within me runs around & dances in the rain.
This time the choice is mine.
I am warm and sunny but be afraid of my wrath.
For this time I know my battle is not against myself.
Broken Arpeggio Sep 2017
Blond hair
Chuck Taylors
Boy multiplied by three

Morning Dew
Dirt clumps
Darkness covers everything

Things that are seemingly "run of the
mill", " normal", and "mundane"
May also be the precise source of
someone else's pain

Consciousness fades
Pain grows
Body can no longer fight

Invasion within
Hope retreats
Mind and soul take flight

None of us can presume to know the life
behind one's eyes
Let us "break the cycle", "be kind", and "love"
Then maybe, our scars will naturalize...
You simply cannot tell what others are going through by their appearance. Many of us, put up walls and don masks in order to face the day. Kindness DOES matter and means EVERYTHING to those silently suffering!
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