torture
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The silent scream...
Heard by no one else but me.
Of shattered dreams...
No longer meant to be.
The sound of silence...
Never to be heard from again.
A "wall of sound" so dense...
slavery and torture
is not for any mature
or who is ill and not is cure
its not for kids at all
because they all are small
ts like a boiling hell
from where you hear yell
Behind closed doors she hides herself
and what she has become,
the cuts, the bruises,
the angry words said -
that should never be undone.
But luckily she lives and so forgives "Him"
Muted grey
Shades of pain
Blurry sneers
My arms stretched out
Coils freeze on my limbs
Hanging above soulless concrete
[(I was 15 at the time I wrote this.)]
Because I'm not like you,
you fear me,
you hate me,
you torture me.
I refuse to be like you.
I fear you,
I hate you,
I run from you.
Intimacy measured with supplies yardstick
Tender sun shines on the oppulent
Red stains encrusted by white
Escutcheon covers the fraudulent
With mesial in muck
Abstract of the unconscious gunner
The best part of my day is dawn.
I feel the least pain then; but then I hear footfalls,
“Clung clung clung” down the hallway.
My pain approaches; the commencement of terror.
2011: It was my first day on the job and as my eyes scanned the room for my next
victim, i found myself fixated on you. Our eyes locked; you smiled, and I
find me lost in the middle of oblivion
tied to a pole in my thoughts of just givin in
like I'm trying to fight the very waves of the ocean
cause I can't find a vent for all this emotion
"Have you ever felt
Lost
Tossed
You are chained
They didn't pay the cost
You did
With your nightmares
I'm awaken
coldness brushes against my cheek
tears slowly pouring out of my eyes
step-by-step
"My crys are silent
I am not violent
But still you break me
This pain I'm taking,
Once it was yours
But then you locked the doors
In front of me and them
But every now and then
"Anger, Wisdom, Regret, Pain,
They think my life is just a game
I can't stand another minute
But if I fold now I'll be defeated
Their torture stings like a thousand knives
But I can't trust these awful lies
"They see my scars
They see my eyes
Look past my skin
It's just a disguise
It tears me apart
A shot to the heart
To see you look through me
You call, but not to me
Call me names
I do not eat my friends
You eat my friends
I can see their ends
Sometimes... people stab my friends
they feed my friends to their friends
I can see their ends
This is my story of the factors that determine me,Drive me to be who I want to be,And create my own destiny.I’ve never been a size twoAnd everything I would doWould be wrong to you.
No, my parents do not fight.
No, my grades aren't bad.
No, my family's wallets aren't tight.
No, I do not appear to be sad.
No, I am not called ugly or fat.
Don't fall for a girl like me.
I'm warning you now and I assure I'll warn you again.
My loves the kind of wretched feeling that can't leave you be.
I'll make you feel as if you are nothing but tin.
It never made sense til now
and the sense I've made makes no sense at all.
If I should say the truth I hope it be opaque
cause I can't stand myself or the perils left unscathed.
To be humanity,
You must fallow every step,
Do as your told,
Do this,
Do that,
To be humanity,
Birds must cut off their wings on command,
Dogs must die for the nobles,
And cats must die when no room is left,
To be humanity,
Purgatory.
The endless wait, the infinite tide of fear and anxiety washes over again.
I wait to see you come in, your angelic face shining like a beacon in an ocean of despair,
Snow falls gently from the hazy sky,
Dancing around us like glittering faeries, lively and joyful.
The Sun smiles, her arms reaching lovingly towards us, but never reaching.
Yes! I'm listening, I'm paying attention!
But it might be a little easier if you spoke with some passion!
Poor Jimmy to left is struggling to stay awake,
And Kimmy stopped coming, instead of showing up late!
We have one tutor,
for a class of kids.
How do you expect me,
to learn like this?
One tutor
to do all of this?
You hardly even
make it down your list.
I like you a lot
Recently, our tuition has hit an argument
Are we sensitive or abusive?
Yes.
Is what they say true?
Does that honesty sting you?
Bring up negative things?
Or
We have one tutor,
for a class of kids.
How do you expect me,
to learn like this?
One tutor
to do all of this?
You hardly even
make it down your list.
I like you a lot
We have one tutor,
for a class of kids.
How do you expect me,
to learn like this?
One tutor
to do all of this?
You hardly even
make it down your list.
I like you a lot
Here I am. Broken, scarred, thrown, trashed.
I'm nothing more than your puppet used to your manipulation.
Your tight grip on my life has me suffocating and struggling
from my last spoken wish to be free from this torture.
The biggest mistake
That I ever made
Was letting you control me
Like your own pathetic toy.
None of it was worth it.
I never should have let you in.
But now I caged myself
Into my own torture.
A day spent in torment,
A witch with an infernal love of torture,
A job to educate, yet she fails.
Why doesn't she see,
That we struggle to find the solution,
That this is the epitome of masochism.
Words that tortureWords that blessWhat shall put my thoughts to rest?
Heart held captiveBy the mindFeelings ever left confined
Words that tortureWords that hauntConsequence of fate unkind
Slicing your jugular in two
and watching the blood gush out
and pool on the ground.
Tying each of your limbs to a different horse
and having them run in different directions.
All of the pain comes flooding back
As my memories attack
Angry tears fall from my eyes
As I hear your distant cries
