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Timelessessence Aug 2015
You would never taste
your words before
you spit them out.
Only to be on your knees
begging for forgiveness.

But there were things said…
Ohh how I wish I hadn’t listened.

#Acid
*Timelessessence
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mk Aug 2015
i.
you will flinch everytime someone mentions his name. actually, you will flinch anytime anyone says anything which even vaguely sounds like his name. sometimes it seems that half the town has his name, when the truth is that you're just oversensitive about it.

 **ii.

when someone touches you accidently or stares at you for a moment too long, you will feel the need to rush home and scrub every inch of your body until it bleeds because you feel so disgusted with yourself, inside & out.

iii.
when someone makes ***** jokes about you, you will look at the floor & listen to every word silently because a part of you still believes that all you are good for is your body

iv.
you feel the need to delete every conversation, every call history, every account on social media, every mark of a past with anyone and everyone because you're afraid that somehow, it will be used against you

v.
when someone asks you for a picture of you (even if they're in the picture with you), you will be incredibly hesitant and will have to force yourself to send it over. you don't want anyone to have any living proof of contact with you. you want to hide away.

vi.
whenever you are in a situation where you are not 100% in control, you will start having severe anxiety attacks. you cannot let yourself go. you cannot relax.

vii.
in relationships, you will always want the option to walk out because you feel claustrophobic the second it seems as if there's no way out. even if you never plan on walking away, you need the option. you need to know you're free, and for once, not bound to anyone forcefully

viii.
the thought of promising someone to be there's forever scares you because the idea of being tied down suffocates you

ix.
enclosed spaces will scare you. you will be unable to breathe and/or function in situations where there is no way out of a specific area such as in an elevator or a plane. you never had an issue with closed spaces before him.

x.
when someone brings up topics like domestic abuse and **** and shrugs them off as if they're nothing, your heart shrivels inside as memories flood your mind. but you have to remind yourself that not everyone knows that you're a survivor. and just because to you it seems as if there's a red label on your forehead saying "look at her, look at the disgusting things she's done", doesn't mean the label actually exists

xi.
every sector of your life will be influenced by the scars he left upon your mind, body & soul

xii.
you will never forgive nor forget

xiii.
some nights, you still won't be able to sleep in fear of waking up next to him

xiv.
at times, you'll still feel him on your skin

xv.
you will still feel him deep within

xvi.
this is never going to end. it'll never get easier, you'll just learn to live with it.

xvii.
& they'll call you a survivor, but all you'll ever be is a broken kid forced to give up your innocence long before you even had the chance to learn how valuable innocence is

xviii.
you'll never be the dictionary definition of "okay"

xix
what scares you the most, however, are the thoughts which enter your mind late at night, making you question whether, after everything has been said and done, *you still love him
// this was incredibly difficult to write but I thought that if I remained quiet about it, I would be telling others that this is something to be shameful of. if you are a victim of such abuse, know IT WAS NOT AND NEVER WILL BE YOUR FAULT & that you are never never alone. every 107 seconds, another ****** assault occurs, there are too many people in the world affected by it to not speak out regarding it //

note to those who haven't been through this personally: domestic violence/abuse/**** are all major issues & have to be dealt with on a very serious note. please be careful when you speak regarding them and never ever joke about them. you never know who amongst you has been through the vile torture of such activities.

p.s. these are just my thoughts/opinions, others are free to disagree
aviisevil Aug 2015
as they came and broke the silence
the violence in my red heart raged
not enough blood to avenge and
quench the thirst locked and caged

more than your guilt can harbour
there are always more wars to wage
and you think it must be a dream
so you scream yourself awake

only to have birth in the mirror
a reflection perhaps more than self
words fade into the cold whisper
on the other side, as far no one can tell

only a dream you whisper again
as if monsters pity a forsaken child
counting memories to keep sane
slowly turning poisoned and vile

they break down the walls, as if
nothing had stood there all these years
if they have to take my all, so be it
I've always known more than my tears

i have struggled to wear them masks
painted black and white, grey and sorrow
one-day they'll be here to take me at last
but even now my days feel so hollow

so they say we all bleed the same
tell me, have you ever tasted blood
how can they be more than my blame
when I've never known as they have such

in every drop of ash spilled and combust
burns an ocean of dawn and dusk
in the depths where rotten flesh rusts
breeds the darkness, bones and dust

from there I will find myself again
so deep, even scars won't reach there
and the dead would heed my claim
I will feed, on ones far and dear

a few noises and then morbid silence
silver haze falling through a window
there by the stars in the sky, I see
drops of love falling as cries a widow

I've seen it all before, I have had
enough to make you mad, and trapped
I've known them talk to me, and go back
only a glimpse of hell makes you go black

they can eat me as they would like
i am more than the bones they can break
what do you do to the dog who bites
you bite that dog back than be a slave
Notes (optional)
Tomlinsonsgun Aug 2015
Have you ever felt
Like no one loves you?
Experienced so much hate
And Violence too?

I'm so sorry
If you feel how I feel everyday
And all this hate against me
Just because I am openly gay
Danielle Jul 2015
They burn them, no remorse
They laugh at them, it's just a game
They whip them.  Afterall, they're the ones to blame
We watch in silence, lips zipped shut
in defiance, or is it fear?
Tear by tear we cry from them
Smelling the stench of burning flesh,
eyes stinging. Is this some kind of Test?
We hear their shrieks
until we are certain they are our own
Ears ringing, voices faint, noses clogged with ash
Take this gun and shoot me
I'll be free from this at last
mk Jul 2015
this year,
I'll wear purple on christmas
maybe add a little blue here & there
a splash of red near my sleeves
ah, yes, that'll do well
// it's gone too far //
Mel Little Jul 2015
Four Marines lost their lives to what is being called domestic terrorism.
Some sicko with a gun shoots these guys. One of the dead is just 19 years old.
I did not cry because I was sad that four American men lost their lives to violence.
I cried because for the first time, I'm so glad that you're in Japan, so glad that you're so far away.
I'm so glad you're alive.
I hate this. We lose mere children in uniform every day. And I'm always thankful that it's not mine instead of sorrowful to think that they were someone else's.
Falling into the eyes of the wise
Where blinds are pulled into the lies
Told by the blind who can see through
The disguise of the soul called home
With nowhere to go and burning visions
Of disastrous decisions made of truth
Secrets told void of proof and ruthless clues
All pointing to the death of the deaf
Who heard there was nothing to prove
No sins committed out of kindness
Hold any fondness from the innocent at heart
Whose shards and shattered parts collect dust
Upon the relevance of lust and love
With a weakness and craving for the below
Because the above has nothing to show
Nowhere to go in the minds of the irrelevant
And mindless arrogance of the righteous
With evidence against the likeness of violence
Yet, the morally adept find time to change the minds
Of every kind of sin felt towards the blind and deaf
With ears and eyes to hear and see through the lies
About the so called wise after their deaths
DawynSHunter Jul 2015
If i could
I would leave right now
Be stripped of my name
Be stripped of it now

All of the yelling and screaming
I've just had enough
of all the false statements
and all the false love
"Words have the power to change us"
I know this is true
From all the threats
and those words you
Threw at me
******* in me
That i could never be

Here
Breathing
Near death....
Yet still breathing
going backwards and forwards
Between the plams of your hand
Worth nothing yet
But my name is a brand
Slammed
Into me
Marking me with blotchy stains
I'm cuffed in chains, that hold me down

If i could
I would be stripped of my name
and leave right now
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