Everything that goes wrong in my life only brings more crippling pain,
Breaking a few ribs? Eh.
Being skimmed by a bullet? Ouch.
Fractured thumb? Nothing.
Finding out my brother doesn?t want to contact me? Hurts.
My first heartbreak at 15 years old? Stings.
Finally finding someone who treats me like a sister,
She being the only one who knows everything about me,
I being the only one keeping her alive.
Then being kicked to the curb by causing her pain? Hurts like a mother.
Realizing that none of that can be undone?
And realizing that my hands are tied?
Crippling, agonizing pain.
I?m weak and broken.
But yet I smile so my friends and family don?t feel my pain,
I hide my eyes behind sunglasses so my friends and family don?t see my pain,
I cry with my tv on so my mom doesn?t have a clue as to the hell I?m in.
As ya'll can see, i'm back in the poetry game!
This one is done and it's title is; Allison.
As I lay down, prepared to sleep,
My hammer under the pillow next to me, prepared to swing at anyone.
I?m prepared to surrender myself to the dark and purple light.
But I?m not prepared for the nightmares or horrible premonitions that greet my subconscious mind.
Night terrors that prevent me from closing my eyes.
Three days of little sleep back to back,
Every time my eyes close I see my blood, her face, the sadistic glee plastered on her face.
No amount of dream catchers counter-act these hellish nightmares.
Tears spill from my eyes remembering the pain I put her through.
So what do ya'll think?
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