It was a disaster. I didn't know what to do. Another cut, another bruise, another scar. Yet again I've been left with a question, with no answer and a black eye. I curl up in the corner of my room as the rushing flow of horrid thoughts and ideas fill my head. I crumble to the violent thoughts. I am vunderavle, to others, to myself, to everything. The tears collect their friends and jump in a group from my eyelids. Hopping from body part to body part until they end their adventure on my soaking carpet. Silent trying and enduring a barrage of kicks punches and insults is what we trained to endure.
I don't want to get up in the morning. I never do but waking up to my parents shouting and arguing ad the sad sun rises to another painful. Unsteady breathing. My Unwanted Heart continues to beat and burst My chest with a plethora of pains. Shuffling back to my pillow attempting to comfort me but failing at every turn and shuffle. My pillow gets soaked like my carpet. I crack another hole in my body to allow blood to rush through and stain the ground with a dirty sinful smell. Shaking hands, unfinished plans.
The disgusting sound of contact as my mother crumbles to my father in the doorway. I get my vunerable self and my leaky tears into a bigger mess. She peaks up from the ground with a bruised cheek and a face full of disappointment. Another cut, another bruise, another scar, another day.
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AcakI write about what i think about, alot i wont publish some Will show up and disappear some never will
