Between my ears and through my eyes, above my neck and crooked spine, you'll find this repulsive paradise most would call my twisted mind.
My dark soul emerges from deep inside, from all the sadness it tries to hide.
Although I hate to admit defeat, I can never escape for I'm in too deep, over my head swung a rope with plea. It was too much to ask just being me.
You can't run from it, it'll always be a step behind.
The worst part is, I'm trapped in my own mind.
I despise the fact that everyone's artificially kind, I've become numb to it all, you could say I'm emotionally blind.
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I am extremely drained, I get up but almost immediately fall back down. Blood streams from both my cheeks, the veins in my arms and on my legs buldge as I try to lift myself back up. My head pounds and I walk out the double doors of hell and head home.
he sweat overlaps the bloodstains on my faces, which got in my eyes and started to burn. The cuts and bruises on my legs prevents me from walking normal pace.. it's 4:39. My parents will not be happy when I get home.
By the time I got home it was half passed 5. I slowly unlock the door. My dad walks in the room right as I stepped in. Perfect. "Where have you been?" I gasp as he steps closer and closer to me.
He pulls me by the hair and brings me to the basement. He pulls out the coat hanger and bends and breaks it.
"down" he said and I did as told.
He lifted the back of my shirt then my body went cold
The metal turned hot as it touched my broken skin. my lungs burned with every breath I took in.
My eyes filled with tears as the blunt object struck
My vision impaired as I fell to the deeper into the ground
i gasped for air as my tears poured down
The scent of alcohol filled the room's aroma.
Blood oozed down from my head, overlapping my sweat and tears. It pained me,
yet, this is the abuse i've put up with for years.
He laughed, you obviously could tell he was drunk
the room smelt of guilt loss n muck
I lied there in silence as he beat me.
I thought about my mother, I thought about home, as this was not.
A single tear danced across my face
i cried
Please take me to a better place.
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To be Continued.
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Path of Insanity
Non-FictionAnd in her head grew a list of things she'd done wrong, names she'd be called, and mistakes she'd made. Slowly these are the things she became.
