We weren't ready.
This world is too harsh, abrasive, and unforgiving. We weren't ready to be thrown out to it, just to have all of its ugliness shoved on our faces.
Once upon a time, we were one; we shared the pain and we shared the gain. We had been taught to be kind and polite, to accept others, to forgive, to respect, to help. Meanwhile, we never realized that we had been too closed off. We weren't aware that all of these were weaknesses, if not used correctly, because others could would take advantage of us. Maybe we were just too innocent shielded from the real world...
In these last 13 years, I lost most of us. Few by few, we all disap
Daddy put them in really tight,
Brushing some hair to the side-
Saying how pretty her eyes seemed in the light.
She wanted to cry.
Just hide her wondering 'why's',
She didn't want him to see,
How successful he was at hurting her.
She's running away these days.
Hiding her eyes beneath some bangs-
She's cursed with broken dreams,
Bloody knifes.
And a voice that still cries in the night.
He's made her something she hates,
Something she simply takes.
Mind so twisted-
She slices at her itchy skin.
Seeing cuts barely healed from last week.
She's trying to change-
Trying to forget.
She's cutting at the skin-
Not wanting to be,
A
"Once upon a time there was a little girl.
This little girl was like many others... Had family, friends and dreams.
This little girl lived happily through every day.
One day, she grew up.
One day, everything changed."
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"Yeah, yeah..." She said not too sure what she answered to. Lazily, she got upstairs and locked herself in her room. The dim light reflected her figure on the mirror across the room. It looks like I'm looking to a stranger. The hard truth was she was no longer a little girl and people had expectations. Too high, for my liking. Her parents have expectations.
She walked
fate.
i hate that word.
it's a scapegoat.
every time something bad happens "it was meant to happen"
it steals away any achievement.
every time something good happens "the fates were kind to bless us"
we never do a thing, we're just mere puppets dangling from the strings of fate.
my mother took me to a witch when i was really young. an old shriveled woman said to be able to look into your soul and tell you your future. i barely remember it, but it is said that the woman pointed at me as we crossed the threshold with a look of pure fear in her features. "tainted" she had called me "the sins of the father have tainted the child". this is
It takes 14 minutes and twelve seconds to walk to your home from mine every day. Your mother never fails to smile at me when she opens the door. I never fail to notice that it doesn't reach her eyes anymore.
You leave your door open an exact two point three centimeters. I don't think you do it on purpose. There is something wrong with the wood that has left it that way. I pause one foot outside the door and listen to you cough, trying to determine how sick you feel today. I hate that every time I think you are particularly ill, I am always right.
Six months, seventeen days and fourteen hours. That is how long its been since the d
It's Been Years by EclipticSnowLeopard, literature
Literature
It's Been Years
~Katherine Lee
2011.09.06
It's Been Years
Years, it's been years
Since I could look in the mirror and say I'm alright.
The bruises are gone,
But the scars are forever.
You took my heart, soul, love, dignity, and trust and tore them all apart-
Piece by piece.
But you will never have my spirit..
And you never did know my thoughts or feelings.
You never took the time to know me at all.
Still not a day goes by you don't cross my mind,
A curse, not a blessing.
I see you in my dreams,
knew all the moves you'd make before you thought of them yourself
Because I'd already guessed,
And unfortunately I always guessed right....
The job