Chanz Posted May 4, 2003 Report Posted May 4, 2003 When I look into the mirror I get so angry, All of the cuts and my body that is bruised, I wish I wasn't so messed up and confussed. Tonight, my father will be home, He traps, just like an animal, in the far corner This is it, I will for sure, be a goner. He slaps me across the face and kicks me 'till I fall down, People wonder why i'm a selfharmer, 'Coz to them, he's just a charmer. Because of him I don't eat- He says i'm too fat, Because of him a razor blade goes through my thigh, Then, I just want to die. Once you start searching for a way out, you are forever searching, Then his hand comes towards me, and he hits me with his fist, Tonight, is my last. I watch as the blade goes through my wrist.....
Peredhil Posted May 4, 2003 Report Posted May 4, 2003 I'm glad you put that in the past in the title. harsh and brutal, like the subject matter, but well done.
Ayshela Posted May 4, 2003 Report Posted May 4, 2003 Excellently done. Trapped in an existence (i will not call it a life) that the rest of the world cannot, will not, see. Ugly truth, beautifully illustrated. i'm glad you no longer swim in that sea of despair.
Salinye Posted May 4, 2003 Report Posted May 4, 2003 Chanz~ Thank you for sharing a poem so personal to you. I too am so glad that the reflection is in the past. I full understand parental abuse, and can empathize. The poem is beautifully written and tugged at my heart strings. I'm so thankful you don't live that life anymore. *hugs Chanz* ~Salinye
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