You left me wounded lying on the floor, just a helpless child beaten and sore. Sometimes I wished for an open door. Just to run and hide, somewhere you could never find. I looked you in the eye and wondered why would you not treat your one and only child kind? Was it because I reminded you of him? Was it my grin; Just a little too much of a reminder, of all you lost and never had? He beat you too. Leaving you wounds that time just won’t heal. Scar after scar, shown on your face, a trace of love still lingers behind, if only you could turn back time. Maybe just maybe things could be different. Living the life you both imagined. A loving family, totally different then the hell that was created; a life full of fun and happier times; one that no other could touch; instead it was filled with lust and disgust! You jumped into it all too fast, nearly drowning in all of the orgasmic joys, only to find out after 3 months you were expecting a little bundle of joy. I was to be born in the middle of June, but instead of a baby growing within, disgust and humiliation is all that was there. He constantly told you how stupid you were. You were nothing to him, just a mistake, on a whim. You cried out loud how much you loved him and could not imagine your life without him. He laughed in your face and called you a whore, just a miserable b**** is all you are. So he walked out the door and got in his car. He never even seen me, was not even the day I was born. Now it’s 15 years later, and still you are torn. The wounds are still as fresh as the day he left. To think he scarred you and yet never laid a hand on your flesh. I carry the same wounds, except they were inflicted by you. Can’t you see what your words have done to me?! I would rather have you hit me at least it wouldn’t hurt me as much as the verbal threatening. I guess this is all I have to say. Because today is the day…I found that open door. I won’t be a bother anymore. I refuse to be a garbage shute, for all the words of abuse. Mom, with this razor at my finger tips I bid you adieu…
J.Duarte
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Words Sometimes Hurt
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Words Sometimes HurtYou left me wounded lying on the floor, just a helpless child beaten and sore. Sometimes I wished for an open door. Just to run and hide, somewhere you could never find. I looked you in the eye and wondered why would you not treat your one and only child kind? Was it because I reminded you of him? Was it my grin; Just a little too much of a reminder, of all you lost and never had? He beat you too. Leaving you wounds that time just won’t heal. Scar after scar, shown on your face, a trace of love still lingers behind, if only you could turn back time. Maybe just maybe things could be different. Living the life you both imagined. A loving family, totally different then the hell that was created; a life full of fun and happier times; one that no other could touch; instead it was filled with lust and disgust! You jumped into it all too fast, nearly drowning in all of the orgasmic joys, only to find out after 3 months you were expecting a little bundle of joy. I was to be born ... |