Let Me Show You...

For Friends... For Enemies

Let me show you heaven....

Let me show you hell....

Let me be the one to have your back, and stab you in it.

Then since you like to run you mouth.

If you manage to survive what I say and do while I am dead on the inside questioning how I am alive.

If you can feel what you put me through then feel free to say what I did to you. Go ahead and tell.

Let me show you life, and what it is like to be alive.

Let me show you death.

Since it is your biggest threat.

Let me be the one to cross your heart, and let me die in your place.

Allow me to show you what it is like to be able to love, serve, hold, and protect.

Let me curse those who said that I can not do what I feel that I am the demon that will come out of their neck.

That life is no game, but people treat it as such.

Let me slit my wrist till I bleed out, and show that I believe that I can live through this pain.

To show that I am here for you.

That all these things may be real, but let me show you that you are the one who makes it feel like it is so much.

Let me be the one to cry my tears as I wish for you to go away.

To take you out of my life, and this life.

Not that I don't want you, but I know that this world today rather people want to admit it or not.

It is clearly not nice.

That for you I will do anything.

That if you need me to live.

Know that I am your helper.

I am your two legged sacrifice.

I never knew how much pain that lies inside my heart.

I never knew that you can be the one to show me that with it you can find a way to be apart of it.

I guess you showed me all that I want to show you.

I guess you showed me that in order to make it you have to turn the other cheek.

Yes all I say is so true.

Can I tell you a secret that stays in between us?

I love life, but I do not fear death.

I believe in one thing, and that is the one thing that I trust.

Let me show you.

“ModestWords” 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[justagal]

it is like a circle that never goes away, from her blog comments, and now her stinky poetry of lying about the rest of it...nothing changes for my benefit of freedom

[justagal]

love protects and honors..bottom line, I do not feel protected or honored..I gave what I could of myself..which is more then someone really deserved before setting me free with truth...and coming to my defense...no one is going to make me feel guilty that forgetting is hard for me while someone stays quiet while she leaves her lies in here, on my blog, and in soup

[justagal]

it needs correction for a full healing as the bible says..confess thy sins to each other so you can be healed..i want blog comments so I do not feel like I am ashamed of..and perhaps putting her in her place,,how quickly people through the word love around without being honorable to me entirely or want to protect me from this witch?

[justagal]

do you know what that feels like on my end? to be told it was never real...that I was not cared about, then swept under a carpet to be hidden? I find people are not willing to sacrifice to feel anothers pain through a healing process, two years i endured her..two YEARS, childrens aid, newsblaze..but the black thong called and my daughters well being was forgotten like the wind...how dare anyone ask me to forget it before it is corrected PUBLICALLY with valor and honor with some comments on my blog perhaps?

[justagal]

post after post she posts it is all in my head..that I was never loved..then he sits with his finger up his a*s or lips tight without placing in her rightful place which is SILENCE..

[justagal]

then to keep ones lips sealed shut while someone still gets told lies that they were not desired or wanted..that it is all in the mind and never happened? instead of leaving them comments that they are wrong? do you know what it is like to be a hidden secret? kept as a secret? it feels dirty..it makes you feel like you are ashamed of dirty..only hookers are kept in a closet

[justagal]

are modest words posting erotica though? is that modest? without correcting the issue what so ever..this poem sounds like you do not understand a healing process or questioning how a man could shove a knife in your back...it also sounds like you refuse to wear someone elses shoes of what people endured..a black thong is a tacky excuse..