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My Secret Hell

Poetry By: L0v3andPain

This is a short, non-rythmetic poem about verbal abuse from your parents.

Submitted:Aug 26, 2011    Reads: 19    Comments: 0    Likes: 2   

My Secret Hell

The words of your ugly darkness surround me.

your booming voice burns me with evil,

melting my will to live.

The smiles that use to brighten my face are gone,

laughter that use to dance on my lips,

now rings with an hallow emptiness.

Your constant rage broke my will

and my personality fades to a soft gray.

You hide the darkness from my hero,

so she can't see who the real victim is.

She doesn't know.

How could she see when she's away?

There is no evidence to your verbal crime.

fore you words do not stain the walls,

it rushes straight to my heart

piercing it, clinging to it

and dragging it down.

down into a one-way abbess.

Busies don't form, scratches don't show.

Your killing me from the inside,

you do not attack my body,

you cut into my soul.

How could anyone protect me?

How can anyone know?

There is no hope, there is no solution.

there is only what is, and what is not,

depression is what is.


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