#victime
But every monster has an origin story
How they came to exist in this cruel world
I became fed up with the pain that continuously stabbed me in my chest
I got tired of see my mother cry every night because my father beat her within inches of her life
Then school was no better
Everyday I would run and hide hoping they wouldn't find me
Screaming me in my head wondering why this had to be me
I didn't deserve this life
All I ever wanted to do was put a smile upon people's faces
But that dream seemed so far away
Because without fail they would find me just to beat with both words and fist
Robbing me of my pride and joy...of my dreams
Then would leave me for dead
And I would just lay there and cry begging for someone to rescue me
But they would all just watch and laugh as if it was funny
All but him anyways but even he wasn't enough to save me in the end
Jun 4, 2017
Jun 4, 2017 at 10:11 PM UTC
Seule, devant mon ordinateur, je me fige :
Le distant son de ce reportage m'afflige,
Sa douce voix brisante me fait perdre pieds
Tentant de me lever, je suis comme estropié.
Me hâtant dans les escaliers, mes yeux emplis,
Je dévale les marches, mon corps affaibli
Se dérobe sous mon âme fragilisante,
Les durs souvenirs la rendant vite cassante.
La pluie battante sur ma frêle et pâle peau,
Flambe comme brûlante flamme sans repos.
Mes larmes coulent davantage que l'orage.
Je m'abandonne aux secousses des lourds sanglots,
Mon flasque corps s'écrase au sol, tombant de rage :
Rage qui restera longtemps à huit clos.
Nov 24, 2025
Nov 24, 2025 at 12:54 PM UTC