It’s every day not just once or twice a week. The brutal attack of my master is horrifying. The thing that hurts the most is the fact he does it in front of everyone and they don’t even care. They don’t shed a tear or beg him to stop. No one cares about me. I can’t speak up and no one helps me. He has no respect for me. I am thrown against the wall, kicked and left in a corner alone till he is back. I don’t know how much I can take of this, I am so tender. It hurts. It’s been happening since I was created, I hate that I was brought to this world. I am sick of this torture. And you know what? I hate to admit it but
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I am a soccer ball.
The red liquid leaks out of me onto the page as I write a letter. It’s pouring out almost at a stop. It’s splattering, leaving gaps as I write. I am losing consciousness. It’s bright red like the colour of a ripe apple. The page is still wet with my red liquid. I have almost finished what I am writing. It’s my time to leave this world. It’s coming to a stop. The liquid is running out of me. The letters finally finished. I lay down as the last drop of liquid flows out of me, you know what? It’s my time to leave but first of I will tell you secret…
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I am a red pen and I ran out of ink.
Day and night, I am being touch. It’s uncomfortable. They push all the right buttons to turn me on. Their hands glide across me, leaving oil all over me. I can feel them placing their palms on my as their fingers touch me. They are on my all the time. They force me to open up and reveal all my content. This is not what I want. I want to sleep. Remain as ease. They carry me around like I am a baby, I am independent though. I control myself but when they are around I am theirs.
I was brought to this word for a purpose but I can’t live my dreams while I am being touched. It depresses me. Although being touched isn’t my biggest secret, my biggest secret is that…
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I am a laptop.
Everyone just looks through me like I am not there. I am invisible. Everyone cesses to believe I have feelings. Everyone just uses me without my permission. They use me then they leave me without notice. It’s like I am their possession. I am sick of the faces that get pulled at me, it’s like they are mocking me. Even every I think about my biggest secret I cringe, my biggest secret is that…
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I am a pair of glasses.
Why do people use me? I don’t get it. They use me to soak up all their shit and throw me away like I have no feelings. I don’t want to have to hold all of this. It is such a burden to carry. I can’t take this it’s too much I need a change. They need to change. I am in one day then out the next. I’m so sick of it. This sucks. Soon I will be wearing someone else blood on my, I can’t take it anymore. Would you like to be in on a secret? Well…
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I am a tampon.
