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Torn Apart |
| Name: |
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Dawn Elizabeth Hoskins |
| Date Posted: |
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Apr 15, 03 - 6:00 AM |
| Email: |
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Honeyb549@hotmail.com |
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I cry alone.
How does it feel to be the cause of my suffering?
Scared and weak, torn apart,
Is what you've done to me.
I lay in my bed trembling,
Looking for a sign of hope.
Which seems so impossible.
There is no hope in a world,
that surrounds me with so much hopelessness.
You never took the time to stop and think,
That you may be ruining someone's life.
You took my dreams and future,
And beat them down along with my body,
Until there was nothing left.
The corpse of my once unlimited happiness,
Overtime bled out of my body through torture and pain,
In which you caused.
Wasn't telling me I'm worthless enough?
You just had to finish it off.
Physically, mentally, emotionally, I'm torn apart.
Silent screams for help that no one hears,
No one cares.
It's better that way.
It's so much easier to put on a face,
But sometimes so much harder to hide.
There are only so many excuses, so many lies,
To cover up the truth.
I don't want to be scared anymore.
I want to stand strong.
But it seems so impossible.
I don't know what I did,
To make you hate me.
How many more scars can my body take?
My body is bleeding along with my heart and soul.
The is only so much torture my body can hold.
You have bruised me more inside than out.
Only so many cuts my heart can handle.
I will continue to slowly die,
As long as you are present in my life.
So I lie here and continue to cry,
But not alone.
I hear the echoes of my screams,
inside my head.
I lie here in a burning candle of hope.
Which will soon die out,
Along with my body, heart, and soul.
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