“she’s pathetic” She wanted to be loved. “she cries all the bloody time” I was upset. “she keeps walking into things” I have bruises from your fists. “she will never be anything” I’m trapped. By you. She has no voice. ” you’ve stolen it”
Life has been so stressful. Been working. Studying. Worrying. Prelims are coming up soon. There’s no time to study!!! On top of all the stress about work. Prelims. And finals. I’m dieting and exercising for up coming photoshoots and the matric dance. A BIG thing for me. I’m sure all my friends are sick of hearing anything about our matric dance. I am super excited about...
Untitled No2, (Sunday 22 July)
alifewithoutliving: The pain begins. The pain in her back. The ache in her heart. The screams from her soul. The tears from God. He is gone. Forced or not, he should have been born.
Untitled, (Sunday 22 July)
alifewithoutliving: She walked out alone. Coat in hand. A hand that should be carrying a soul. A hand that should be filled with another. A hand that should pick up a little boy when he falls. A hand that should wipe away the tears. A hand that should fix his hair. A hand that should fill that empty tummy. A hand that should never have signed that form.
A letter of thanks
It lies there. Alone. Broken and scared. They come and go, Stepping upon it. Leaving nothing more than foot prints And pain in her heart. Till he comes along. Lies he’s heart down next to hers and Brushes off the foot prints. Now is the time she will come alive, Fight like she has never before. Her heart has been loved. Her soul has been fed. Thank you.
9:35 am 29 May, Tuesday
I sit here alone as the world goes on without me. The screaming in my head becomes like waves crashing against my ear drums. How dare you say you know me. How dare you say its best for me. How dare you sit on your thrown and point your crooked finger at me.
There she lay Asleep in body but alive in spirit. Her heart numb from beatings, Her mind corrupt by words, And her soul empty from greed. What would she have been like if he had stayed?
As I sit here at school
These four walls around me Questioning my strength And questioning my faith I come here to learn But are pulled down by fools I am never right And I will never win I am to young to understand
Her knees bruised from the white tiles Her body exhausted Her mind empty The door locked to hide the truth Tonight is the last night she sits alone.
I took a knife And cut my heart out. Put it a box Sent away. With no origin of place My heart was gone. Now I can not love And I can not be loved My heart shall be safe In the little box. The little box tied closed by a red ribbon For the colour of my tears.
She kissed him slowly, Allowing every bit of lip to touch his. She hugged time slowly, Allowing her arms to wrap tight around his warm body. She looked at him slowly, Allowing their eyes to passionately meet. She loved him slowly, Allowing herself to be his forever.
The heavy breathing in her ear Putting every hair on stand. The finger on her skin Piercing with every touch. His body resting on hers. Flattening her body with every movement. The gift he TOOK. Her virginity.
Her body. Eaten by emotions. Her heart. Shattered by pain. Her face. Brave. Tonight she will wear her mask.