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She Stopped Loving God

Contributed by KishaLovesCare126 on Saturday, 2nd April 2005 @ 11:46:47 PM in AEST
Topic: oops




3-28-05
12:46 AM

She sits inside the corner
Humming aside her shame
Her heart is racing in her chest
What a repulsive, horrible mess.

Tears are streaking from her eyes
Gulping up her fear
She tries to wipe off filth
It's permanent on her skin.

Running thoughts inside her head
She returns to the horror moments before
Now she is sitting behind a closed locked door
Blocking out his untrusting words.

Moonlight stares her in her eyes
Blood is oozing out her arms tonight
Cuts so vibert they burn with warmth
Taking those events away.

Inside her room shadows play games
Creeping toward her grabbing her soul
Listening to the silence that has filled the hall
Will he go now? Has he left at all?

Trembling from head to toe
He took her innocents
He snatched from her, her breath
Lingering above her is only cold death.

Listening, waiting, wondering
Will he come to hurt her again?
Why to him is this pleasuring?
Didn't he hear her cries and pleads?

Jumpy at every thing that moves
She lays down on the corners floor
Looking for some comfort
Looking for some sleep -- hopefully.

Her eyes are heavy ready for sleep
First she grabs a sheet of paper and a pen
Still with trembling fingers she writes:
"Dear God,
How could you let this happen to me?
I hate you for this disgusting punishment
Never am I going to believe in you again ."

© Care Strom




Copyright © KishaLovesCare126 ... [ 2005-04-02 23:46:47]
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Re: She Stopped Loving God (User Rating: 1 )
by bigtig6269 on Sunday, 3rd April 2005 @ 03:24:44 AM AEST
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very sad. good write, but said. I don't understand why stuff like that is allowed to happen either. Keep up the good work. If I was her, I believe I would get my revenge with a rifle, but that's just me. I'm a guy, but I could almost imagine how it must feel. Be strong.


Re: She Stopped Loving God (User Rating: 1 )
by Jackee_line on Sunday, 3rd April 2005 @ 08:42:03 AM AEST
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well done


Re: She Stopped Loving God (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 3rd April 2005 @ 04:31:24 PM AEST
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This is a heartbreaking , well written poem.My heart and prayers are with you. I hope she can get out of that situation , and start to heal. Sexual abuser's / child molseters are cowards and deserve the most severe punishment!!!!!( I personally agree with Tig about the shotgun) I dont know what i would do if someone hurtt one of my kids!
Huggs,
Leia


Re: She Stopped Loving God (User Rating: 1 )
by Gothchyk on Sunday, 3rd April 2005 @ 08:24:11 PM AEST
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i've been down that road before, it's hard to be strong and beleive in one who is strong enough to stop all the horrible stuff that happens in this world. Great write though.


Re: She Stopped Loving God (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 3rd April 2005 @ 10:02:34 PM AEST
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This poem is a great writing. It is gut wrenching.

It kills me to see what these sick (censored) can do to an innocent child.

I think it is simply horrendous what these sick demons do to our children; how they ruin them for life.

Personally, I don’t think the rifle is sufficient enough punishment unless you use it in such a way to make absolutely sure the sick (censored) suffers at the very least, as much as that child does. Then the sick (censored) dies most horribly before it’s death.

I probably cannot state how I’d use the rifle on here as I may get banned from the site. simply shooting them is not enough.




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