They Did This

Cynthia

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.

 

  • Author: Cynthia Whittaker (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 22nd, 2018 16:20
  • Comment from author about the poem: this is how i feel
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 14
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  • Carmine Branco

    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.

    • Cynthia

      Thank you 🙂 and I feel as if you could be my father one that isnt horrible.

      • Carmine Branco

        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.:)

        • Carmine Branco

          good night angel. sleep tight and sweet dreams



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