lies...
the only fucking words that come out of tu big mouth. tu think tu could play her like that? tu think she's a fucking gamebored tu can keep playing? hell no! she has a brain and a heart. they both are fragial, not like play-dough that tu can keep twisting and playing with. she's a part of my life and she comes inicial to cry and not do any thing.
abuse...
when i came to her room today, i find blood and pills all over the floor. i hope she is not dead. i fall on the floor and roll to a pudal of blood. the window opends and it's my sister. she looks at me soberly runs to me and hugs me. "it's ok." i say.
"he broke my heart." she says.
"there there little one."
my mother comes in and looks at the mess. i think she thinks it was i who did this. she grabs her belt.
SLAP!
i pushed my sister to the corner. she stands like a statue and crys. "stop mom!" she crys. mother contiues to beat me. "WHY WOULD tu DO THIS?! AND IN FRONT OF YOUR SISTER!"
my mom yells. "it was me!" she yelles.
my mother stops hitting. she runs to my sister and hugs her.
"WHAT THE FUCK! tu HUG HER BUT HIT ME! tu STUPID BITCH!" i yell. my mother looks at me and my sister runs. i bend down to get the cuchillo as my mother aproches me with the blet. she runs to me.
PLOP!
i stare at her. on the floor.
dead.
then fall on my knees and pray.
"dear lord,
please forgive my sins and what i did."
my sister runs in and looks at me. she smiles and runs to me.
"we are free gwen." i say to my little sister.
"really aly?" she asked.
"yes." we are free...
finally...
i put her on my cama and begin to hum her a lull-a-bye.
link
she falls asleep as i reapeated the word
finally...
the only fucking words that come out of tu big mouth. tu think tu could play her like that? tu think she's a fucking gamebored tu can keep playing? hell no! she has a brain and a heart. they both are fragial, not like play-dough that tu can keep twisting and playing with. she's a part of my life and she comes inicial to cry and not do any thing.
abuse...
when i came to her room today, i find blood and pills all over the floor. i hope she is not dead. i fall on the floor and roll to a pudal of blood. the window opends and it's my sister. she looks at me soberly runs to me and hugs me. "it's ok." i say.
"he broke my heart." she says.
"there there little one."
my mother comes in and looks at the mess. i think she thinks it was i who did this. she grabs her belt.
SLAP!
i pushed my sister to the corner. she stands like a statue and crys. "stop mom!" she crys. mother contiues to beat me. "WHY WOULD tu DO THIS?! AND IN FRONT OF YOUR SISTER!"
my mom yells. "it was me!" she yelles.
my mother stops hitting. she runs to my sister and hugs her.
"WHAT THE FUCK! tu HUG HER BUT HIT ME! tu STUPID BITCH!" i yell. my mother looks at me and my sister runs. i bend down to get the cuchillo as my mother aproches me with the blet. she runs to me.
PLOP!
i stare at her. on the floor.
dead.
then fall on my knees and pray.
"dear lord,
please forgive my sins and what i did."
my sister runs in and looks at me. she smiles and runs to me.
"we are free gwen." i say to my little sister.
"really aly?" she asked.
"yes." we are free...
finally...
i put her on my cama and begin to hum her a lull-a-bye.
link
she falls asleep as i reapeated the word
finally...
Everyday around quarter past three,
tu burst into the bathroom searching for me,
I get hidden por your mother while tu are away,
hidden, unused for most of the day,
I feel your anger as your hand grips me tight,
I'm the one & only thing that helps tu sleep at night,
I live to put scars upon your wrist,
I leave my mark I'm proud of this,
I watch as the beautiful red blood pattern drips,
and runs off the ends of your fingertips,
what possesses humans to act like this,
to scream, cry & cut their wrists,
but for now my job is clear
the reason that I was brought here
to relieve the pain
to sit por the window and watch the rain,
up until around quarter past three
when tu burst into the bathroom searching for me...
tu burst into the bathroom searching for me,
I get hidden por your mother while tu are away,
hidden, unused for most of the day,
I feel your anger as your hand grips me tight,
I'm the one & only thing that helps tu sleep at night,
I live to put scars upon your wrist,
I leave my mark I'm proud of this,
I watch as the beautiful red blood pattern drips,
and runs off the ends of your fingertips,
what possesses humans to act like this,
to scream, cry & cut their wrists,
but for now my job is clear
the reason that I was brought here
to relieve the pain
to sit por the window and watch the rain,
up until around quarter past three
when tu burst into the bathroom searching for me...