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Poetry » Life » just pound your fists on my body font: B s : A A A . width: full 3/4 1/2
Author: Annaece's Forsaken Corpse
Fiction Rated: T - English - Angst/Tragedy - Reviews: 2 - Published: 02-14-06 - Updated: 02-14-06 - id:2112687

just pound your fists on my body

go ahead and bring your fists to my face

cause purple and black bruises all over my body

they'll be an addage to the pink and red scars

'hurt' me just like you did them

maybe then they'll stop wanting to see me discipline

you've already abused me verbally - why not physically?

every time you say something you walk away

then come back and think that i'm alright

if only you could see all the scars...

then again you probably wouldn't care -

i'm just a worthless piece of shit

just because you're my mom

you think you can abuse me

so you know what?

go ahead...

grab me by the head

and drag me around the house

like a little girl does her teddy bear

pound your fists on my body

i'm half dead already

why not finish me off?

kill me before i do

just pound your fists on my body

(over and over and over)

after the beating

medicate me so i can die happy

you won't end up behind bars

go to ND

and you'll all the people that

say that i was suicidal

if you really think

i never do anything

then just keep pounding

your fists on my body

kill me before i do

note: February 3, 2006.i don't hate my mom, shit i don't hate my dad either - i just feel like i do, but the things she sometimes says to me...it's killing slowly and this is my anger out of that. Please review.



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