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Chelsea Ouellette Poem
Trapped. No where to hide.You scream at me through the door.Though your words still
sting me.
I sit on the ground alone.Blood drips down like tears. tears run down like rain.The room's
spinning. My heart bursts out of my clothes.We got into a fight. Why is unclear.
I tried to leave. You hit me. I fell.I started to cry. You kicked me.A sharp pain burst out of
my chest. I could not breath. I have little energy,I kicked you. You fell. I ran to our
bedroom.
I am trapped. No where to hide.I'm weak. I stumble to your Night stand.I see a gun.You
break down the door. I grab the gun.You start to choke me, squeezing my throat like you
were trying to get some sort of juice out of me.
I pull the trigger.
BANG!Trapped. No where to hide.Your grip feels looser. Your face in pain.
You fall down. i fall into darkness.Free. No need to hide.
Copyright © Chelsea Ouellette | Year Posted 2013
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Chelsea Ouellette Poem
Words Words can make you hurt, Words can make you cry. Words can make you laugh,
Words can make you try. Words can change you and Words can make act wrong. Words
can hurt others. But words that hurt are nothing new. Words with action is. Because some
actions can hurt and make pain come. Some actions can make you feel happy and loved.
Some actions can get you down the wrong road. But whatever happens, with words or
actions Remember that friends and people have feelings Try listening to them Friends can
make you laugh when your sad. They can catch you when you fall. No friend lets you die Or
leaves you in a dark corner to cry. Friends are angels from above. They are there for you.
So if their is one thing from this that you remember is should be this, Don't say your my
friend one moment, Then hurt me and leave me to die the next.
Copyright © Chelsea Ouellette | Year Posted 2013
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Chelsea Ouellette Poem
Every night it seems that you and her fight,
And I sit there, trembling as tears fall
From my face, for can you not see the light?
Darkness consumes your sight, and so I call
For help, for anyone to calm you down...
But i'm yelling to the sky and stars.
You walk behind me, close the door and frown,
fed up with me, your knife leaves me more scars.
I run away from you, but you fell to hell....
For how can I really be safe from you?
I could run away, but my soul i'd sell
If I let you win without trying; new
Fears would be living inside me and left
In this world from me would be your sad death.
Copyright © Chelsea Ouellette | Year Posted 2015
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Chelsea Ouellette Poem
Your in a room.
There are no windows. No lights.
Your tied up and blinded by a fabric.
You hear a voice. It says your name.
You try to scream. Your mouth is tapped.
Are you going to die?
Warmth stings your chest. Pain appears as if called from the bottem of hell.
You start to hear a man's laughter. Sickly and dangerous.
You feel weak. Your body starts to grow numb.
Why is he doing this?
He speaks again. He says your name.
You feel his breath kiss your face as he talked.
The smell of his drink makes you dizzy.
You feel a blade on your neck.
Then....You feel nothing.
Copyright © Chelsea Ouellette | Year Posted 2013
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