Prisoner in your body

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic
i wrote this because it was on my mind and needed to vent.

Submitted: November 01, 2007

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Submitted: November 01, 2007



 Sitting all alone in your bedroom
you have your music up loud
so no one can hear you scream out unto the night
while you cut undescrible words onto your body

You lay there feeling numb at the moment
but remember the day it all happened
when your friend dad took his desirable pleasures out on you
force you to do things you would never do in years

Remember that he touches your face
saying he loves you and that your such a good girl
but deep inside you feel ugly, disgusted at what he has done
He tells you not to tell anyone what has happened
and you just nod your head to make him leave at the moment

All alone at last you curl up in a fetal position
and cry like you've never cried before
thinking you have done something horrible
and that no one will ever forgive you

You feel like a prisoner in your body
never to get rid of the guilt that lays on your soul
thinking you could have done something but you just kept quiet

After a few years go by you can't hold in your emotions anymore
you have to tell someone about all of this before something bad happens
You go to your friend and tell her what has happen
and you sit there feeling ashamed of what you said

till you look up and see tears spilling out of her eyes
and she tells you that it has happened to her too
and then the guiltiness comes crashing upon you

You go home and take your frustration out on yourself
you grab a sharp knife and slice you wrist
not caring how deep the wound went this time

watching the blood ooze out
you sit there with a blank stare on your face
feeling yourself growing cold
and then you realize this is the moment
you waited for all along

Escaping your prisoned body
you close your cloudy blue eyes
and never wake up again..

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