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Gabbro 5d
The world bites and leaves
teeth. Open wounds form gnashing
mouths on the victim
She stayed quiet & chained,                                                         ­                             
                                   ­                                                                 ­                    
too tired, too weak to
think                                                            ­                    
                                            ­                                                                 ­         
He knew that she would
stay                                                             ­                   
                                             ­                                                                 ­          
as he poured another
drink                                                            ­                  
                                              ­                                                                 ­       
She was so beaten
down,                                                            ­                                                
                ­                                                                 ­                                     
she didn't even disagree                                                         ­                   
                                                                ­                                              
While he was *******
around                                                           ­           
                                                     ­                                                             
she told people she was happy                                                            ­                                                                 ­                             
                                   ­                                                                 ­                
He took full advantage
of                                                               ­                       
                                         ­                                                                 ­            
a love he never
deserved                                                         ­                   
                                             ­                                                                  
  When would she call his
  bluff?                                                        ­                
                                                ­                                                              
  ­When would her voice be
  heard?                                                        ­                                    
                                                                ­                                            
  Would there ever come a
  day,                                                          ­                      
                                          ­                                                                 ­       
  that her pain would find a
way                                                             ­                                                                 ­
                                                                ­                                                 
 and her rage would blow him
  away?                                                         ­       
                                                         ­                                                           
No one would blink an
eye                                                              ­                
                                                                ­                                                  
but she would still probably
cry                                                              ­                    
                                                                ­                                              
While everyone was asking
why,                                                             ­                 
                                                                ­                                                  
she was not able to say good-
bye                                                              ­              
                                                  ­                                                                 ­ 
To the man who held her
down                                                             ­           
                                                                ­                                                    
so, he could keep her in
check,                                                           ­                     
                                           ­                                                                 ­            
face pushed into the
ground,                                                         ­                                                         
                                                                ­                                                
and kept his foot on her neck                                                             ­       
                                                                ­                                                    
  When would she break
  free,                                                         ­                                       
                         ­                                                                 ­                          
  be who she wanted to
  be                                                            ­                                            
                    ­                                                                 ­                             
  not a victim of
  brutality                                                     ­                                   
                             ­                                                                 ­                  
  Why would she dare to disagree?
Married to a narcissist, just saw the truth. It was never me, I tried & tried. I am not trying anymore. I am being heard at last and in control.
Zywa May 3
She took the blame and

between them arose a wall --


of elusive darkness.
Novel "Het duister dat ons scheidt" (2003, "The darkness that separates us", Renate Dorrestein), part 3, 'Achttien' ('Eighteen' years old), chapter 'IJ is een ijspegel' ('Y is an ijspegel [icicle]')

Collection "Old sore"
Rain Apr 27
This all feels my fault,
Peoples pain.

A burden to be friends with,
Annoying and plain.

The black sheep in the family,
The one everyone calls insane.

Yell at me when your frustrated,
Pile your **** on my brain.
Mia Apr 23
They know not, who he is,

his eyes a green, mine a shade dark.yet, when he runs, I hide the same.
They say he owns them, black locks.
yet, when they whisper
I brush mine aside.
In their odes, his knife becomes mine.
my hands, tainted a shade like his.
In their lores, I hold those hilts
yet, I know not its shade.
Perhaps a silver or a tarnished gold.
when he is locked, I see those bars.
yet his high is different, mine is void.
Now,
he screams, I weep the mare.
Knowing not his eyes a green stare.
Emery Feine Apr 21
There’s maggots in my eye
Bugs where I lie
And dirt suffocating my heart

What once was beating and red
Is now decaying and dead
And you say it was all my part

Is everything I’ve ever done
Withering the golden sun
Is it all my fault?

I’m not perfect, though I should
Don’t you know I’m no good?

You tell me you care
That you’ll always be there
No matter where
When or how
My heart is a thumping drum
You make it the snare
Anger and a flare
Touch it, but you dare
When, now?

They blamed it all on me
And so if that’s what they want me to be
Sweet, they know I never could
So “dangerous” is what I’ll be
you dont get it, you just dont get it
Simon Bridges Apr 20
Dear Diary

                     It’s not my fault

It’s easy to render
Myself a victim
Driven by consequence
                                    
Accountability
Sheds daily
                    Like skin
It silently falls

Perhaps I shall erase
My cuttings of
                    Foregone conclusions

They surround a
Diary full of days
Each encircled
                    By failure of others
Emery Feine Apr 6
I'm glad that it was me.

When the moon turned dark
And you didn't know what you wanted to be
When you hadn't left your mark
I put the blame on me

When the scale started to tilt
And blood was all I could see
I watered your flower to not wilt
And kept mine away from the sea

In the silence between heartbeats
There's a loyalty I must keep
No matter how much I bleed
No matter how much I weep

And when you cause me pain
It means nothing
Because although you understand me
I guess that means something

If I hadn't been blamed
For something I didn't do
If you had been blamed instead
Who knows what you would do

I will carry this pain from mountain to fjord
If it means you will succeed
If it means that you are alive today
Then I know it was meant to be.

I'm glad that it was me.
I am solely a sponge that soaks up sin
Grey Mar 2
What have I done?
I asked myself

Ten feets distance
Wasn't enough

Darkness is contagious
It eats you like a prey

But I guess it's late now
Apologies won't cut it

The silence was worth it
The pain is welcomed
That way it feels humane

It doesn't ****,
The ones you love
I guess it finally
exploded
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