The Storm

The autumn breeze goes through the lushful green yet hint of yellowing trees, it's so blissful, yet so fearful. Laying in the warm green grass, as the breeze flies through my hands. The warm sun is almost cool enough to touch , as the colors paint the sky. The wind is calm before the storm, the sun as bright , the warmth of everything just right ,before the storm came. The trees all ripped , the leaves turned black . The grass gone dead, the sun hidden behind the dark midnight,moonless,sky. The cold ripping wind, trying to tear what's left. The cold grass ,itchy and hurting as you fall to your knees. The icy winds make shivers send up your spine. He's standing over you , so is she …. The storm arrived The shadows of them make you tear up and want to hide. They found you , you tried to hide. As you get up to run, he trips you she beats you down. When you scream no one can hear you. Your screams are eternal. You crawl away with your broken bones and bleeding arms , you made yourself do it. You have that glimpse of hope still flowing through you and it makes you want to release it. Since the pain is the only thing that feels real you do it again and again. They say “look at her she's ugly” “look at her she's so weak” “Omg is she crying ? she's such a baby” “Look at the stupid girl” “Your such an idiot “ “God he will never love you “ “Stop trying” “No one will ever love you “ They ruin you , the words they say run through your head daily. For two years… she has been beating you , he's been breaking you for three. They became a team. Breaking you in every way. Your trust ? gone You’re hope? Vanished Your love? Still there Your humanity ? disappearing Your hatred for yourself ? in full gear You wish you could disappear. You wish you weren't alive. You wish you could die . But the hope… That little ounce of hope That’s what is keeping you alive. [G.Bullock]