He falls
On the ground
Curled up.
Leave me alone.
I'm sorry I failed.
---
She stands above him
Fist raised
Knuckles covered in blood.
Face twisted in a
Terrible scream.
"You stupid, ungrateful bastard!"
"Why can't you do
What I say!"
---
Her voice crashes over him
And all the other times.
Her fist collides with his
Face.
He moans, and she grabs him.
To get a better
Aim.
---
For
The
Fifth
Time
This
Week
---
---
He drops
Weak
Black-blue eyes deep
Full
Insane.
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Scratching the Surface (Poems)
PoetryUPDATE: I wrote these when I was 13 and depressed all the time. I'm 18 now, and, fortunately, life's been going well! Unfortunately, these poems are fairly cringe, so read at your own risk. Just some poems that I write when I'm in the poetic mood...
