Blood paints itself on my body I am only a canvas Hidden from the rest of the world My painter is a shy man
Scars kiss my sunken skin I am only a soldier They are my tattoos Memories of my battles lay within black ink
Hollowed puppets of flesh and bone take form I am only a shadow A distorted copy of the original thing A darker alternate
Amongst dark corners voices sing I am only ears To the sadness that leaks From their haunted tune
Hands dance skilfully with the side of my face I am only an object Thrown about A pawn in a stubborn man's game
Pain eats me alive I am only a victim At mercy to the merciless Hanging by a thread
The world dissipates into a gloomy haze I am only a dreamer Eyes closed when they are needed open Shutting everything out, blackness
Pieces of me splayed across the floor I am only human All my broken parts bleed defeat There is only so much I can take.
- by Rayne58
Smartest, hottest, most popular girl She flashes a smile that would make your vision swirl Silky brown hair down to her waist Everyone she meets, she will embrace Such a perfect girl with a warm, kind heart No one knows the secrets that tears her apart
Perfect tan skin that never ceases to amuse Choosing clothes that will hide the bruises Strutting down the halls with unbeatable grace No one knows the torture she has to face She watched the clock with a sad, broken face As soon someone approaches, the smile is back in place
When she comes home, it is impossible to smile He breaks her body and spirit in such a violent style She arrives home, desperately hoping he wasn't there As he calls her from his room, her eyes fills with despair Her eyes start watering, knowing what is to come Just imagining the bloody mess she was to become
Her body shaking, she heads up the stairs Hoping God will answer her prayers She starts stripping her clothes along the way Again, not knowing if it was her last day She reaches his room, not daring to look in his eyes Silently crying, as he runs his hands up her thighs
He lays her down and the painful sting returns No matter how many times it happens, it still burns It continues for hours, then it comes to an end She wakes up the next morning, sore, ready to pretend That she is perfect, that she is okay Putting on makeup and shutting the pain away
She fixes herself and looks in the mirror "That's not me", the thought becomes clearer Her trademark smile is in perfect place The sadness is blocked away from her face She feels she could collapse under the strain She heads out the door, repeating the cycle again
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