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Sarah Savannah Jan 2015
Children

Put pillows on the ground,
To protect their feet.

Put them in straight jackets,
To protect their arms.

Put them in a room with no windows
Or doors,
And lock it.
Opened only to slide in healthy vegetables.

No TV
No video games
No bruses
No violence
No one
Nothing
.
.
.
.
Are they safe now?
Sydney Victoria Nov 2012
Scars Masking My Flesh,
Fate's Talons Are Sharp And Ruthless,
They Aren't Afraid To Make You Bleed

My Heart Deflated,
Dreams Sedated,
I Thought I Made It,
But It Was Just Hallucinated,
Thought I Made It Past The Guns,
But When I Came Up To You, You Held One,
I Started To Run,
But You Shot Me Down,
You Cut My Lips Making A Permanent Frown,  
Now There Is A Surreal Pounding In My Crown,
As You Try To Make Me Accept Your Apology,
You Yelled And Abused,
You Left A Me With Some Bruses,
And A Permanent **** On My Heart,
You Hungry Ghost,
In Ways You Were Crueler Than Most,
You've Added To My Collection If Battle Scars

Hope Slashed My Wrists,
And Sliced My Shoulders,
I Sit Here And Wonder,
When Will This War Ever End*

I'm Terrified,
But I'm Not Leaving,
I'll Fight In This Warful World,
Until I'm No Longer Breathing,
While My Heart Is Lethargically Beating,
I Will Clean The Wound Where I'm Bleeding,
So Don't You Dare,
Try To Defeat Me.....
Star BG Sep 2017
Bruises come and hurt so deep,
stopping one to stand on feet.
But in time one can recall,
that we’re sacred to stand tall.

And the feet will bond with heart,
to take strides to make new start.
Cause the sun does rise each day,
for us all to bow and pray.

Pray to find an inner cord,
inside love it’s the reward.
So be doctor to oneself.
Heal with breath take an engulf.
inspired by h m w
jess Oct 2012
you say hello
they dont know
you seem fine
they dont know
they dont know you cry yourself to sleep
they dont know who drys your tears
they dont know who you realy are
they dont like to laough around you
you are alway smiling
you are wearing sweat shirts
and jeans to cover the bruses
so that they dont see
you love them dearly even though they dont know
they will never discover
the truth they dont know
Myri May 2015
Please dont hit me
Im sorry
I know it was my falt
But the bruses hurt
So I cried
I promise I wont do it again
Ill make it up too you
And I won't say that it was you
Ill say it was my falt
So you dont get blamed
Im just stuped  I know
But it will be our secret
You know about the purpel
The purpel blotches flowering
Across my brokun skin
But never mind
It doesnt hurt that bad
So I will stop crying now
Just please dont hit me again
I wont cry anymore
Because it was my falt anyway
I shouldnt have brokun it
You know the coffee mug
It was just you accidentally
Bumped into me
I wasnt pushed or anything
It was all my falt
Because Im no gud  
But you love me anyway
And you show it with the purpel flowers
Circling my body
Its for my own good
Im sorry you had to hit me
Spelling mistakes intended
Now that I found you
My thoughts were flooded to my body
My appetite went on vacation
And I act in Airplane mode
Infections have evaded my blood
Your name itches through my bones
My life is clotting,
The wind blew away my fears
Am soaking deep in you
That I even admire your  shadow .
My nights are longer than a week
As am possessed with you smiles
That sound like camera flashes.
Run after them for I need them back
They bare no clothes and walk lame
Injured by accidents 'my thoughts with bruses'
Trying to get to a train across the brain boarder
Soon jamming
Micheal paxton Sep 2014
Rose fild from leaf to leaf of black darknes and bruses leaves it in shamefull regret untill out of heaven it self came the light of redemshon brighten's it back to life
Vladimir s Krebs Jan 2016
when you have had it all all you want to do is escape from what grips may pull you down to your own memories you want to erase out of your mind. when it rains it washes off the words that sticks deep down in you. but what ideas that have saved your life in the past calming you down.

but when i walk this earth in the rain all the punches and blows only leave bruses but that won't let me speak my mind whit my calm soft spoken words.

my voice is soft in a tone nor threat. but when your word lie i may lose control but the cold rain cools off my paciants.

the cold rain drops make steam off my skin when  i have no idea.


but in this worl my one friend is rain cause it makes life all around us live breath.

i have one walking path to make my path to show every one who needs to find away to survive. even if it mean running threw hell taking the chance to stand up and run till we have found all of our own safe haven.

i have no fear wit what comes next cause its just how this unforgiving world that it shows from its darkest secrets. but what should bee said only when your pushed away from society that you have betrayed from.


your shadows grow long when your eyes turn pure red as evil consums your telling you theres nothing to feel hurt my societ'es sufficating grips that has no end to..


but i have ran threw all the stages and here i have is me writing my own stories of my life that passes by with hope no regrets.


nothing can hold me back or catch me to imprison me.
not one or two or three im untouchable i will revolt if u show threat to me
Dikshya Aug 2021
You’re leaving bruses on my skin
Cracks on my heart
Tears on my cheeks
And then you’re leaving me

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