He smacks her across the face.
She can’t wait to leave this place.
This damn existence.
Why can’t he just keep his distance?
He punches her mother, slams her against the wall.
Why? She’s been through it all
With him, and he repays her like this?
She can’t wait for the kiss
Of death, the one that will end her life.
She can’t wait to get out of this ongoing strife.
Get the fuck out!
She can’t help but shout.
Wrong decision,
Perfect incision
Of her heart with the blade.
She’s gonna die; she prays for aide.
No one will save her; no one cares.
They’re all too preoccupied with what’s theirs.
It was a classic case of abuse;
A perfect crime leaves a perfect bruise.
Fuck the pain, fuck the world, fuck him.
Now her mother’s filled with hurt to the brim.
Where’s your God now?
What happened to his vow?
That when you needed him, He’d be there?
Goodnight, you idiot; say your prayer.
Poem - 3
- March 23, 2008
- californiaxbaby7
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