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Friends words fighting her father's fists.

Contributed by xDiSaStErPiEcEx on Monday, 9th April 2007 @ 01:28:22 AM in AEST
Topic: oops

A fight, she walks away, One foot in front of the other, attempting to make it to safety in time,
Though he isn't, he's running towards her, fists held up, ready and craving her weak spots.
Couldn't make it, she's down, on the ground, screaming, and crying, never ending pain.
Her heart sickening, and dying; Her head – a bloody pulp, and her stomachs in knots.
She promised, and he promised, that this wouldn't hurt her, that he wouldn't hurt her, so what's this?
His fist grinding into her jaw, but it's not hurting her. Ignorant, oblivious, is that what you are?
And this mark left on her face, unexplainable, unforgettable, unforgivable, and you say that you love me.
You're not hurting me, you're killing me, I can't do this anymore. This mark is more than just a scar.
I will try to remain happy, for certain people, who do love me , who do care, who don't hurt me.
But while in home scenary it's so hard, because memories like daggers, stabbing my heart reappear.
Happiness is like infinity, it never ends but you can never reach it. So does that make me happy?
This feels like open wounds that keep spreading, and bleeding. Never healing and I want out of here.
All of the friends like glue, holding together my sides that want to split, and he – like super glue.
I wouldn't trade them for the world, for him to stop hurting me, or for infinite happiness.
They are worth more than she could ever say, explain or express. They save her, from her, and him.
And the good times spent with them is worth all of this pain, this dread, and all this crappiness.
Another fight, she knows she won't make it in time, but she tries, again and again, for them.
Though he isn't, he's running towards her, fists held up, ready and craving her skin.
Couldn't make it, she knew it, and she's down, on the ground, screaming, and crying, never ending pain.
Her heart breaking, but it's not so bad, thanks to them, a thanks in attempt, she doesn't know where to begin.

Copyright © xDiSaStErPiEcEx ... [ 2007-04-09 01:28:22]
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Re: Friends words fighting her father's fists. (User Rating: 1 )
by needledancing on Tuesday, 10th April 2007 @ 02:21:46 AM AEST
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This is the saddest of pieces and shatters fragments of me that have been slowly put together.
Love does not beat you into knowingness...it allows you your freedom to live at peace with yourself.
Lessons taught from love do not leave you bruised, bleeding and wounded.
Fly from those who would strike you to make their strength a wisdom.
Someone pounded the wisdom into them and it will always be the only way they will attempt to teach you.
No crime...is punishable by these means.
Seek safer places and more trusted teachings..so many await to help you.Trust them.

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