I’m slowly rotting.
My body is decaying.
I’m supposed to be. . .
I want to be.
Dead
I can't take the pain anymore.
I hear subtle voices
They talk to me
I find some kind of comfort in them?
People call me
crazy
Broken
Wrong
Pathetic
And the worst one
Monster. . .
Every time I hear it
The voices get louder
I black out
When I wake up
there's blood on my hands.
Again. . .
I stare at the blood.
Then the gun
Back to the blood.
Back to the gun.
Blood.
Gun.
I grab the gun
I hold it under my chin
My hand tremble
Tears fall
The voices yell
“Bang”
Everything is gone
The voices go quit
The pain is gone
My body is now is finally
“Decomposing”
Or as the people will whisper
“The monster is now rotting away”
The boy who escaped
This boy wanted to escape life.
He was afraid he wasn't good enough.
He just wanted to curl up and fall into a never ending slumber
But he knew he couldn't escape this hellhole.
He was tired but wasn’t allowed to sleep.
He doesn’t want to be degraded.
He just wants one person to show they care
About him.
He doesnt care if your lying to him or telling the truth
He just wants to be loved
But no one listened to him.
So he stood at the sink with the pills in hand.
He left the note on his bedside dresser.
He takes the pills.
Everything goes dark.
His body falls onto the bathroom floor.
The pill bottle falls from his hand.
His body takes the last breath.
His body can now rest .
He has finally “escaped”…or has he?...
You have taken my soul
Left me hollow inside
The love I gave you wasn't enough
You needed something more
Istead depth of the ocean
You choose shallow water
The price I have paid dearly
With a bruised and broken heart
I have been mistreated baby
Abused ruthless as a storm
And I'm letting you go
For I'm losing my mind
Got to get over you
Once and for all
Or I might die.
Inspired by Glenn Hughes song ' Mistreated'.
I'm a soft and fluffy kitten
Watching a butterfly fly free.
I am locked within my own home.
My mistress is afraid for me.
She will not allow me to roam.
She is a rare and delicate flower,
the most beautiful in the garden.
Provide her with what she needs,
and she will flourish.
Shower her with love,
it's the key ingredient.
Nurture her with care,
and she will blossom.
You must not dwell in this garden of neglect,
where such fragile flowers die.
Don't wither there, for you're a beauty.
Let me care for you my precious flower,
come live within my fertile garden,
for it is there that you shall thrive.
She was the love of my life
But was never much of a wife
Which caused a whole lot of strife
Her hatred cut through my heart like a surgical knife
Once full of life now praying for a change in life
The love faded as the hate invaded
My thoughts persuaded while my presence was degraded
Always making me feel like you downgraded
All along my soul forever shaded
Wishing I knew the reason I was hated
Or why the feelings were abated
Dreaming of the day that I will be extricated
We were definitely mismated
What a fool as I stand here life deflated
Can only hope it will be mended
Its always myself I'm defending
Time to stop pretending
No more room for bending
The unrelenting ending is impending
3/29/2017
Broken bones, black and blue, bumps and bruises
Conniving, consticting, concealing, convincing
Demented, deplorable, disgusting, distrusting
Expendable, expensive, exasperating, exacting
I am so used to being mistreated, used and abused
She was left to drown in sorrow
with the chilled pavement digging into her knees
with weeping skies and wailing winds
and all the worn down thoughts
stored in the darkest crevices of her mind.
Her lovely skin was forever twisted
beaten, battered, degraded
she was petrified and frozen in time
with the taunting children who danced around her
pitching stones in her face
She savored the darkness
of which always surrounded her
the moment the sun once again left her
suddenly she stood with her arms above her head
and she began to sway, she began to move
Her heart began to beat again
as her body began to warm
and she decided she would be free
with a renewed darkened sense of hope
she ran in desperation to her favorite place
Elated, excited, overjoyed
that girl was impossibly delighted
though she was tremulous and a bit unsure
she was done with being depressed, dejected and alone
Finally she will be too far away for them to find her
-ARI
by Michael J Faloico
Before the tear hit the ground
the door had already shut..
As the letters were being formed
the words hurt with deep painful cuts..
You turned and walked away without thought..
My heart crumbled in pieces, so many not caught..
Now invisible cracks hold together mistreated heart..
Eyes like windows see clearer for another fearful start..
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