Carvings

Its about a girl who is abuse, please read and comment...

Etched into my skin,

The abuse of my past.

 

The carvings of hate,

The affect of living without love,

Is what the whiplash markings tell of my life.

 

Even worse is the carvings,

The etches,

That no-one can see,

The scars on my heart,

From the barbed-wire,

Still tightly securing my heart in place.

 

How much longer can this go on?

How much more pleasure can he get from my pain?

My screams?

My torture?

 

How long can he expect me to live n this dark,

Fiery,

Hell?

 

No longer to breathe,

No longer to live,

No longer to be his entertainment,

No longer to be in hell,

No pain,

No sadness,

And no more tears.

 

Death is easy,

Peaceful,

Life is harder,

And life does go on after hell.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Sheila Marie Carr]

It's like you stepped into my world with this one, death is easier and peaceful. I feel you been there and know what it's like, very indept and emotional.