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My Little Diary
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Category:
Poetry › Free Verse
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
885
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of poetry. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
My Little Diary
Hi everyone, this is my first poem so please be nice. If, you choose to flame shuttup and bite me. Reviews and constructive critism is greatly appreciated.
WARNING: This poem contains child-abuse and violence. If you don't mind that, then bring out your box of tissues and get ready to cry...or not.
Ceres Aoyama
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I sit on the floor crying
As I write in my little diary
My tears blur the words
He bursts through my room
Beats me and torments me
My nightmares are his dreams
He leaves me, broken on the floor
Crying on the outside
Dying on the in
So I write in my little diary
Death is all I dream about
But I'll never give in...
...it seems so easy
To school I go no longer pale, but black and blue
Their getting suspious, I suppress the urge to cry
I go home and write in my little diary
I hear, he sounds like death
His footsteps like an executioner's chain
His breath like death's whisper
I hide under the bed
I want to survive, but I want to die
My breathing is too loud
He drags me out and breaks my fragile body
Violet wrists, I bleed
What does it matter?
I feel dead anyway, like it's all my fault
So I write in my little diary
My blood is staining the pink pages
It's just me and my little diary
As I cry, I remembered the only one who cared
Mother...she helped me
Cradled my aching body, showed me loved
But, she died and left me alone to drown in my blood
I remember as I read my little diary
He's passed out...I tiptoe for some bandages
But I break a glass and gasp
I try to run away, but he's there with a knife
He slashes, stabs, and slices
I let out a scream and it all goes black
The next morning I'm with my long lost brother
The cops are there, miraculously I'm alive
He's lying on the floor, the blood pouring out of his wounds, a knife in his throat
My brother hugs and everything feels right
The light starts to fade and I'm being stabbed
I let out a final blood-curdling scream
Then I relinquish to the darkness
The next day, the cops are wrapping my cold, dead body caked in blood and dirt
The neighbors, reported screaming and he denied everything
The cops found me in a dingy hole because of a tip
My only remnant, my little diary
That saved me.
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The End. Now, it took me a long time to write this, so please rate and review. And remember, this is happening to little girls all over the world. JA'NE!!
WARNING: This poem contains child-abuse and violence. If you don't mind that, then bring out your box of tissues and get ready to cry...or not.
Ceres Aoyama
-----------------------------------------------------
I sit on the floor crying
As I write in my little diary
My tears blur the words
He bursts through my room
Beats me and torments me
My nightmares are his dreams
He leaves me, broken on the floor
Crying on the outside
Dying on the in
So I write in my little diary
Death is all I dream about
But I'll never give in...
...it seems so easy
To school I go no longer pale, but black and blue
Their getting suspious, I suppress the urge to cry
I go home and write in my little diary
I hear, he sounds like death
His footsteps like an executioner's chain
His breath like death's whisper
I hide under the bed
I want to survive, but I want to die
My breathing is too loud
He drags me out and breaks my fragile body
Violet wrists, I bleed
What does it matter?
I feel dead anyway, like it's all my fault
So I write in my little diary
My blood is staining the pink pages
It's just me and my little diary
As I cry, I remembered the only one who cared
Mother...she helped me
Cradled my aching body, showed me loved
But, she died and left me alone to drown in my blood
I remember as I read my little diary
He's passed out...I tiptoe for some bandages
But I break a glass and gasp
I try to run away, but he's there with a knife
He slashes, stabs, and slices
I let out a scream and it all goes black
The next morning I'm with my long lost brother
The cops are there, miraculously I'm alive
He's lying on the floor, the blood pouring out of his wounds, a knife in his throat
My brother hugs and everything feels right
The light starts to fade and I'm being stabbed
I let out a final blood-curdling scream
Then I relinquish to the darkness
The next day, the cops are wrapping my cold, dead body caked in blood and dirt
The neighbors, reported screaming and he denied everything
The cops found me in a dingy hole because of a tip
My only remnant, my little diary
That saved me.
-----------------------------------------------------
The End. Now, it took me a long time to write this, so please rate and review. And remember, this is happening to little girls all over the world. JA'NE!!