Abuse

Why do the birds insist on chirping When the dark cloud above my head Soaks me with all the emotions That have remained bottled up for years Until he came into the picture.. Roses and orchids Scented candles Bath salts and all He treated me good.. I remember the times when Halo was the glow i saw above his head His saintly ways fast enough To catch my tears before they trickled down Bending over backwards To protect this poetic shrine I called my heart Writing on my walls as best as i could I made pages from Memories Spray painted my joy on brick walled canvases Pouring out my love from buckets of comfortable feelings But the uncomfortability of a comfortable situation started When i saw daddy's face in his face Fire breathing Huffing and puffing Saying **** like " I made you, so i can break you" Broke me he did.. Skulls bashing on windows Cracking bones Like a boxing ring And i was on the other side of Ali's fists Blue and blacking My flesh Making unhappy rainbows on my cheeks.. The uncomfortability of a comfortable situation was.. Tearing my heart out Like pages from an old newspaper I gues i was old news.. A story told too many times to mean **** nomore A statistic of a problem the nation talks about once in every year An anniversary of perpetual pain to the broken hearted.. Feeling unloved like a worn out primary school uniform I feel the emotions and memories from back then Twisting and turning Reaching out of my soul Yearning to break out nd break me.. Break me like daddy broke mommy With his big bad hand The sounds of breaking glasses Morphing itself into a lullaby Pushing me to a corner in my room where i rocked back and forth Waiting for the "bad dream" To end.. Sorries are always forgotten when a 'Bells' starts ringing And Labels turn Black Intoxicated or not The match never ends.. Walking on eggshells, Stagnant like words unspoken I run to these pages Inking them with the words unsaid The cries unheard It dont stop the pain But it does make the clouds above my head Stop the rain ...