My Secret (It's Torture)A Poem by Luna Zerimar
It's happened. It's happened all over again.
My worst nightmare has come alive again. It's back to take advantage again. The disgusting smell of beer is in the air. There's weight on me. It's heavy. I can't breathe... I try to fight the heaviness, I try to hold in my breath. I'm trying to escape, But it has me pinned. Choking for air, I'm trying to punch my way out. Please let go of me! Please stop this pain! Ouch! Ouch! Stop! Stop! It burns! It burns! Please just stop! It hurts! The burning, The pain, The hurt, It finally stops. I'm in a corner. All alone. There's blood everywhere, I'm crying. I can't stop. I feel so dirty. Filthy. I'm worthless. I'm nothing. The fault is on me. I did this. It's time to stand, Brush myself off. Cut. Cut again. Smile. I'm feeling much better. I carry myself without confidence. Smile! Smile! It's a deal that isn't that big. Cut, Cut, Cut, I'm hiding this. This is my secret. Scrubbing. Scrubbing the filthiness off. I'm so dirty. No wonder it came back. I hate myself. I deserve this. My worst nightmare actually did me a favor. But I'll keep it to myself... This is my secret... My greatest weakness. I love this. It's torture.
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5 Reviews Added on June 11, 2014 Last Updated on June 11, 2014 AuthorLuna ZerimarHouston, TXAboutWhich famous Poet are you?I got Edgar Allan Poe - Which famous Poet are you?You're like Edgar Allan Poe. He had a rich, extraordinary, unusual personality which can be quite difficult to describe. M.. more..Writing
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