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To my younger siblings --who are separated And feeling I abandoned you   As your oldest sibling, I take responsibility for our parting I endure the troubled memories of our past
Hey, you there, sitting alone in the dark, why don't you get some sunlight, take a stroll in the park? I know this world can be cruel and I know that even your parents, can sometimes be fools.
I wish my pain could write a song, powerful enough to save all the broken hearts that were done wrong.   If only I could find a place, quiet enough for my mind to not give way,to chase. 
She called me again, she always will Some girls I know went through it And the fear of it makes me ill   I was up with her for a while ‘til
Arid remarks Shrugged-off side glances Painted with painful disdains Torment and colorful disgust Intrinsically defined by nothing but Side comments and catcalls— Little girl.
I hear myself say it too often. I probably just fucked up again. Maybe you broke me, again.   Perhaps it's my astonishment, quite possible since I'm great. Until you tell me I'm not.  
I count to ten and i'm calm but I swear it's all in slow motion. One.. Her yelling echos through my head over and over, everything she has ever said to make me feel, worthless. Two…
Home is a sanctuary, a place of love and warmth. Where a child's height is marked year after year on the laundry room wall. At Christmas time,  the smell of cookies and laughter 
Dear mom,    I try so hard to forget you exist though i cant help but remember the way you drank your beer or lit your cigarette or introduced me to a new boyfriend
It is because I love you That I will never hurt you. I pray to God I don't make that mistake, That I should stand before you, Despite your fear berate you
Tell me masculine man, Are you even sorry? Are you proud? Are you heartless? Look at me, Look at my features... Do you remember these eyes?
Forbear me- lest I remember The 1500 hour For those less than 16 it was the hour of R&R For me it was the prelude to the dour   Oh minor me!  How you had to give your voice variation
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.
Will the sand stop the ocean From devouring all of me Can I be counted among the broken Or am I forgotten and left unseen
Clumsy moves on tippy toes spinning on those itchy carpet floors vibrant colors and familiar smells he takes it all he takes some more... mothers voice and soothing hands knotted hair and sticky fingers
Pain brings the saddest days or the happiest moments Pain of sacrifice is more bueatiful then a childs pain turned into a starlit lotus If you lose pain you lose focus
To struggle and to learn People despised life as hatred Yet lonely  Coming home scared and terrified Wanting to run away from life  The road up ahead is scary With no shoes to want
With a breath as soft as the final note of a song, Kiki glanced down at the river a few hundred feet below her. I'm ready, she thought, I have to do this for me. I have to hide the pain from the heavy crusade of hits.
The line between right and wrong is now a blurry one
Problems at home, problems at school She didn't know where she belonged She thought she could take this much pain Well guess what, little girl think again Naaaa i ent saying that shes blame
Problems at home, problems at school She didn't know where she belonged She thought she could take this much pain Well guess what, little girl think again Naaaa i ent saying that shes blame
My bones were feeble My breath had weathered My voice can be heard as a bare, cracked whisper And I listen at how fragile we are... For which my lungs, they were thirsty for air
My mom and my dad were looking at each other. I knew it had to be serious. Dad always blinked a lot when he was scared or nervous. He also tapped his foot on the floor.   He looked older when he didn’t smile.
The wind will blow away my sin Copper devils wait in the tall grass I walk on doves feet across the clouds Fallow my feelings little fish Sing about rain I sometimes wish I was a monster
Screaming bloody murder, but no one can hear the cries Cannot hold on forever, can hardly put up a fight Locked inside a cold room, lying on the hard floor Beaten in the gloom, here be he prisoners of war
I look at myself in the mirror.
It’s striking-
Don't be a brat! BAM BAM Stop being stupid! BAM BAM You need to learn! BAM BAM Don't fucking talk to me!
Hearing the screaming and shouting in my house, I don't know what to do but grip my blouse.   I used to think "This is where it all ends", But I looked past that and started to ascend.  
Mom tri
The hills roll off the landscape of the wooden deck that wraps around the house like a soft blanket in the middle of the night. Inside the large wooden home of my grandmother’s
It's in one breath that the syllables come falling out, Can't break one down if they don't know a thing about doubt, I'm stronger, braver, wiser, faster, Than I ever been before,
The last time that I saw you,you were being pulled through the front door by police officers.
at Mira's home by 14 year old Dove Seconds   in english my Name means orange brilliant, bright Strength
In an abandoned house,a handmade doll sits atop a dusty shelf.
Just stand there
Sir no sir.                                                                                   Please leave me alone sir. Let me sleep sir.. This isn't rite please don't touch me.... I'm only 11; you're 50..
Its not my fault mom didn't love you
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Sick heart, dripping with gasoline, fueled by the cigarettes thrown like darts the whip’s bullseye that tore her apart, innocent and caged, helpless to cleanse itself, gives in to the rage,
Crystal blue dimming to a fog grey.
Inflicting pain on myself
Black and yellow spots
Morning sun Across my purple scar Swollen eyes Can't even see sunlight   Is this love That I am feeling Is this love   WHat to wear I guess he'l make that choice
I think about you a lot, Momma. I wonder if you're okay. I wonder if you think about me, too. But I have some questions. Why did you pick up the bottle? Why didn't you stop?
Little girl lost and alone Won’t pick up the phone Too scared to go back home   The bottles kept stacking up Daddy didn’t you have enough Anger grew, We all knew What he was going to do to you
Where has Annie gone? She's been out way to long "Who died and made her queen?" Said her sister as jealousy flooded her heart   Mama was in the days Daddy never stays
Money or Starve  by Andrea Victoria
For four years you have lied to me and told me I was important you had me thinking i was your main priority instead, i wasn't even number three baseball came first, as always and then it was your video games
The storm rages on outside my window, and I can't seem to find the calm.   Can you save me? These walls are not enough. The rain is seeping in, and I'm looking for an end.  
What loathsome things We humans effectuate! A rape in the alley- A murder in the street- Our minds be feeble. Our hearts be faint.  Kidnappings are common- Child abuse; despair-
How can things be so difficult one minute, but then dissolve into something so pure? How do people look over the beauty of mistakes and only focus on the bad and evil perspectives?
Slowly spinning along Never missing a beat Life simple and uncomprehensive Never missing a beat Does as it is told Never missing a beat Yet as it grows old and worn It does miss a beat
There is always a time of day where you feel lost, alone as if no one cared. And your heart feels full of frost, and your emotions bundled because you never shared. There is a time of day when you feel afraid,
You reach around the room for broken girls, You know, the ones with those innocent curls. They trust in you, with all their might, Still believing in you when you cut them down to size.
 Once upon a time a little girl lay on the floor on her room, Curled up in a blanket and wondering when mommy would be home,
My misery pours out of my eyes, as I drown in my sorrow. With a face of an angel, it hides the pain that lies behind my smile. Hands of my kind soul hide the past from a blade, taken to the soft skin of my youth.
A smiling girl drowning in her tears
Trying to be defined by who I am in your eyes, But what are my definitions, What are my standards? When I look in your eyes I see a misrepresentation of the girl that I am
Outside It seems as if she’s fine Beautifully beautiful in every way shape and form Her smile lights up the world as if god turned on the heavens Well at least when she shows it
I can't remember the last time we spoke. I didn't care to either. All those threats my thoughts provoke. I don't remember when we were happy. You used play and laugh, you see. Now you can't be with me.
Can you even hear him? Or do you block him out? Afraid of what he could say That would make you feel so proud...   Do you even try now? To let him in your 'house'?
The one thing that really makes me tick,  is how parents like to abuse their kids. What is it that makes a parent click,  to lay hand and bruise those eyelids. To punch, slap, kick or even yell, 
Broken child Save her from his grasp She's been here for a while She's growing up too fast
I am alive I am living this nightmare I am drowning in your eyes They're staring cold back at me I am scared Of what your mind holds for me   I am asleep I am tossing and turning
Abuse, Hurtful, Negligent Punching, Swearing, Bruising Deadbeat, Toxic, Hero, Savior
Children playing at the park As young children should do How does life end up so dark For more than just a few
  If only I could take you in my arms, Let you know that you are safe Help you get to that place. A place of happiness for you Heal every hit and bruise If only I can show you love
Shadows I see, self loathing, self harming, suicidal thoughts is all I'll ever be. No one will ever want me, he was right The monster that came into my room to get me every night
 
 
Mama you murdered me,
    Why do people abuse others?  
I am moreThan the spaceBetween my legs.You won't holdMe backToday.
Ever since i was small, all ive ever had a heart for was children. Sure im generally a chill person but there's always this thing with me when it comes to adults.
To protect the innocent               and to punish the guilty. Illegalities differ
Dear Mister, Miss, Doctor "So-and-so", there's a pain in my heart that I can't let go You see that kid in the back with that sad, shy smile? Take a walk in his shoes for at least a mile.
I hear voices Go see the school psychologist I am not eating anything Go see the nurse I am cutting myself Go see a guidance counselor I am pregnant Go see Planned Parenthood
Your ideas made me, desgined me. The paper was my womb and the ink nourished me. When i was ready, you P U S H H H H ED me. out. My spine showed my name. Given. My cover reflected you.
With time none a knowledge, The other side blotches red. Of what a dictatorship I observe Grows a seed of harsh rule. I watch tree branches die withered bark As you’re attacked upon which I only hear.
I’d like to imagineI can still feel the sting of the day she let go;clipped my wings with a word and said, Fly. I’d like to imagineI can wax lyrical and triumphant one more night;
My heart is pounding And the sound of those words Brings back the rounds of bashing and screaming… Those lashings red like the blazing Pain; From all those times I held my tongue…
Bad
  Don’t speak the truth, but don’t be a liar At least, that’s how Mommy says I should be She says it’s the only way To explain my black and blue shoulders and knees  
The ache in my arm lingers.Ebbs, a painful melodySlowly, it spreads through my body,Exploring the raw lands that remain.
I am a woman I laugh, cry, smile, and frown I never want to let my family down I am a daughter Indescribable and pure like water I am a sister I come from good intentions I am a mother
I cry myself to sleep at night, hoping I'll wake to see the light. The beautiful light so warm and so bright, but soon I sleep and relive the fright. First I feel the water so warm and refreshing, then he joins me I start regressing.
 Morning comes and sunlight shatters her placid sleep. Six years old, and she dreads the dawn to awake in the family where she’s told she doesn’t belong. The cold morning air bites
I never thought,  I never questioned,  I never wondered- When you are young  You do not think about the consequences.
  We all saw it The shoving, the laughing The mockery The tears We saw his pain As he pushed through a world that didn't want him So why didn't you? We all saw them
I wonder if she even cares about me? All this name calling is wearing and tearing on my internally My confidence level has dropped and My the respect I have for myself is lacking
Hey little birdy, The one by my window; I see your colourless wings so sturdy And those dark eyes so hollow. Birdy, take me with you.  I want your freedom; I want to fly in the blue.
He loved alcohol more than your love Like ever guy ,he said those words that made you cave in Guess he thought it was enough To make it work To fall in love  
Earsplitting music, flashing lights, The time: two hours past midnight. Clouds of smoke hang in the air, And sounds of vulgar language blare.   A man is sitting by the bar Consumed by vodka and cigars.
Theres something about the way you feel when getting mail doesnt excite you anymore when it goes from birthday cards  from your grandma to junk mail and bills   
A young girl once harmed; many times for many years. A young girl once harmed; confuse and anguished in utter pain. That young girl turned bad. Seemed as though her innocense was gone.
This tale hails from the land of the rising sun. The place where the eyes of the world see a red circle that symbolizes a dawn of a new day and the white surrounding it personifying peace.
She watched her king walk away, Leaving her all alone now everyday, Just left her standing by the queen, Her broken life now everyone has seen, She was all alone in the palace,
I wobble my way down the narrow hallway my thoughts are an epic mess the bright light I'm following is so far away yet I feel I can grasp it I must confess.
I am from surrender From obeying every order A tarnished childhood That ended much too soon
Tiny eyes shouldn’t see what I had, Tiny hands aren’t meant to hold secrets, A tiny heart shouldn’t break like that, The tears I cry, they started then, So many years ago. When he came in and took what he did,
I would like to know, How you could handle in my shoes. Their soles are worn down to my own heel, And the sides have been torn apart. Some what like silence shatters in a whisper.
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