It's dark in here
I watch as each of my family leaves me
They disappear into the darkness
It's surrounding me
I can't escape
I just want to die.
They're all gone now.
Then HE shows up
With his dirty blond hair
And his piercing blue eyes
He's smirking evilly at me
He's getting closer
Has a knife in his hands.
A split second passes
Now he is in front of me
The knife is sticking out of my chest and the pain is exploding through out my body
I scream and cry
Trying to ask why.
I'm dying
I wanted this
He screams at me
Saying I deserve to die
That he never loved me.
My family comes in to view
They look at me in disgust and laugh at the sight of me
My mascara running
My tear-streaked face.
I'm screaming for help but I know they won't give me help
I'm done.
I'm finished
I'm not going to live
It's so heavy.
I'm slipping.
I grab onto his shirt
I try to hold onto the one who is supposed to love me most
The one who was going to one day be my husband
He shakes me off and laughs at the pain I'm in.
The darkness wraps me in cold arms
I open my arms to it
Ready to leave
I can't handle this
I drop to my knees.
Screaming and crying till the last breath is gone
I'm gone
I'm dead
No one misses me
They did this
They killed me.
All I ever wanted was to be pretty
To be loved
To be someone.
But I'm no one
I've never been someone
And now I'm gone
They feel a sense of sadness envelope them
They killed me
They did this
They did it all.
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Author:
Cynthia Whittaker (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 22nd, 2018 16:20
- Comment from author about the poem: this is how i feel
- Category: Sad
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I know the feeling. I know it well. I've outlived my welcome and overdone my stay. Over five decades have seen me wonder around seeking for peace and I've found despair. And yet, against all odds, I'm still here. Remember my child (forgive me for calling you this, but I feel as if you could be my daughter. God only knows how much I wish I wish I could talk to them the words that I'm telling you), we are here for a reason that we ignore. Every life has a meaning and every pain has a smile at the end. Even if only for a moment. That's what keeps me alive in this horrible ocean of unhappiness. Write, read, think and act. It's a very powerful weapon, that will one day destroy those who think they have broken you. The power is inside you. Always remember this. A big fatherly hug. Hope to hear from you soon.
Thank you 🙂 and I feel as if you could be my father one that isnt horrible.
I wish I were, sweetheart. I wish I were. To have daughter that actually wants you just to be there and to be protected and cuddled. We have been given different roads, I'm afraid. But hang in there.:)
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