"rechid" poems
The Demon inside my heart,
Running through my veins and my mind
You damaged me without showing your face
Yes I am Stronger,
Than I would be if you were here.
I would thank you
But the thought of it makes me ill.
The thought of seeing your worthless face alone will make me want to *****
You could have been worse.
Could have stuck my mother.
Molested my siblings and I.
But to leave five young children
With an Ill mother,
To me, Is unforgivable.
If you had beaten us,
I would have a real reason to curse your rechid soul as I do.
Perhaps the rage and hatred is all in my mind.
But I care not.
For you now hold no breath, and no claim to me.
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 5:53 AM UTC
They say that the past is in the past, what they say is true but it never exactly fades for you. You don't do what you want when the voice of the person who brought you down lingers in your brain, as you still hear the angry footsteps stomping up the stairs even when you know they're no longer there. That rechid angry face still lingers your mind, you expect a harsh word or strike from anyone so kind, you learn to rely on yourself, you know that no one will show compassion, believe you or lift a finger to help. You close yourself off from the world feeling rejected by society, you were told that you were worthless
It hurts just as worse when they cut your skin while shirtless. Try and make your life at ease, grow older, step out of your comfort zone because you're the one to please.
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 2:10 AM UTC
So I stand here clear of thought
Careless and unmoved unmotivated unenthused
Trying to be motivated inspired interested
Not today
Today I laugh in fates face today I look back and wonder
Of what could have been what should've been what can be
I role in the grass the sun in my face with the cool breeze of summer surrounding me
I fight temptation while knowing I will give in but how far will I go is not up to me
I'm a dreamer full of hope
For this rechid world
I hope to make love live long leave a legacy
I am a dreamer
Apr 5, 2013
Apr 5, 2013 at 6:55 PM UTC
Reach out and give me your hand
Please take me to wonderland
For last night I bumped my head
And woke up to a land so dead
The creatures here have beady eyes
They find their fun in spreading lies
I do not like this rechid place
Each second is a frightening chase
My heart doesn't know what to do
I no longer know what's false or true
But how will I ever get away
I just want to find a better day
So take me now I don't care where
Yes, Mr. Rabbit, I'll go anywhere
Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 7:42 PM UTC