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I can feel his hands, branded into my skin His hot breath against my cold neck
***Trigger Warning*** “Boys will be boys” “Let bygones be bygones” “Forget about it” “Get over it.”
I've always been a friend of fear, it's followed me everywhere i go. But fear became my best friend when pain became my world. My life took turns I didn't expect my body used my mind abused
there was a sort of wailing in the street.the type that only mothers could hear in darkened rooms as daughters faced their brothers heat.the type that crashlanded onto to jetpads and showed no mercy when the reigns of endeavors held tight until th
I look normal, I believe, Hungry eyes of a frightened girl stealing moments of weakness in the dark by herself in the night. I believe they don't see it, Most of the time I try to pretend it does not exist.
The darkness in his eyes. The fear in hers. Her whimpering. His threatening. The clasp of a hand on her throat. Poison slithering up her thighs. The darkness engulfing her.
My roommates hosted a house party My friends were there Strangers were there There was alcohol Then there was you I didn’t know you You called me your girlfriend after one conversation
I wake up in the morningAnd alreadyI don’t know where my day has gone.I run to the bathroom,Slap some makeup on.
We grow up hearing "stranger danger" but what do we do when the danger isn't a stranger but someone whose half of DNA lives inside you?
I was born from drug addicted parents, but no one saw me. I father killed himself when I was at the age of two, but no one saw me. My mother was mentally ill and abusive, but no one saw me.
I didn't know I didn't know It's not my fault but I should have known. I was there I saw it all I watched you fall and I didn't care. And now I live
I am not a toy. I am not a thing that you think you can play with
It was a dark night With only one dim street light Driving down the dirt road That December night, it snowed
Why did I put up a fight
ByeBy her sideYes that's rightWhere you said you were going beWhere you’re supposed to be...Where are you now...You’re her parentsThe ones that are supposed to love her
A piece of meat cornered by beasts, lured into the trap, and now you're their feast. They don't kill you, but eat you alive. They like it better when you fight.
I said the word no and meant it That doesn’t mean you ask again Same answer between now and then
It’s the kind of grief That hurts all over, A tight ball in your chest That loosens with each sob. But the sobs never stop And neither does the pain That encompasses your body
It's sad how easy this topic is nowadays, because it happens so much. Rape, violation, abuse, molestation, you can't turn the news on without it being mentioned. Too many women get assaulted,
A shiver creeps across the spine As if lifeless hands were playing it like a grand piano. Words are spoken in the hushed tone of a eulogy Dripping off of chapped lips like a venom-spitting snake.