He caught me
With the blood rolling down my wrist
I tried to hide my blade but he grabbed my arm
He dug his nails into my fresh cuts
causing the blood to come out faster
I looked him in the eyes and whispered stop
He took my blade and pressed it against my skin
"You want to cut? I'll show you how to properly do it."
He slices my arm up fast and deep
I try to hit him and he slices open my hand
"Daddy stop! Please...You're the cause of this."
He stops and looks at me
His evil grin slowly fading
My brother bursts in and looks at the sight before laughing
Once he quieted down I looked at him
"You're also to reason."
He runs at me and punches me in the face
"You broke me
With all your abuse
Verbal
Physical
Because of you all I see is blood
My blood
Worthless, useless, pathetic run through my head everyday"
I pull out my gun and point it at my tear streaked face
"Bye."
Daddy falls to his knees
Brother tears up
I watch from above
They beg for forgiveness but it's too late
I'm dead
If only you had stopped
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Author:
Cynthia Whittaker (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: this basically is when my step dad caught me cutting when I was 6. He did what the man in the poem did, as did my brother. They didn't realize how much they are messed up until the next day when they were walking into my bedroom for my beating and found me hanging, face pale and heart barely beating. Because of them I was ready to say goodbye. please, if you're a parent watch your kids, don't let them hurt each other, it may not seem like it but it really can affect us.
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Comments1
Gave me a good fun laugh. I love your drama,
If you don't like what I write then you can just not read.
i loved it.
Why would you laugh tho, it’s not something to be laughed at, my dad actually did that to me.
Dusk Arising, I'm sorry but that just makes you messed up if you find something like that to be funny.
Not at all, maybe its just the way you wrote it. It read like a comedy sketch to me and i found it funny. But there again we are all messed up in one way or another. I guess how messed up i am comes through in the stuff i write and put on here.
At the end of the day, the reader interprets the written piece in whatever way they perceive it. I get several comments on my work, each of which are the readers viewpoint, not mine.
No intention of being horrible here, but thats simply how i read it. I'm not going to disguise that.
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