This is me here I stand, do you want my heart. Take it and crush it in your hand. Words don’t fit they beat me down all loops and bloops you watch me drown.

In my own blood you see me thrash, go on get your mates you could all lay bets as to when I’d crash!

Beat me, slap me with my words I’ve taped my mouth so my screams cannot be heard. Cut me carve me it is nothing I have not done before . I’m lost and wrecked on unused emotion’s shore.

Abuse me use me sate your need then throw me off like an unwanted weed. See my heart you have rent it in two I pull it out of my black hole and wear it on my sleeve for you .

Fuck me suck me dry you just don’t look or see the need within my eye. There is not much more that I can do you miss hear and miss understand all that I do. I stand here screaming silently bleeding need and blood constantly.

Hit me kick me just don’t look at my face, no matter how hard I have tried I cannot win this race.Here it comes the huge and vicious mouth I lost, I lost can’t take any more I fall and tumble all legs and arms I stumble south.

Damn you damn you what can I do to get to respect or love from you. Love okay it’s too late  but kindness now would compensate.


10 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Androgoth
    Aug 28, 2012 @ 22:51:08

    This is a dark and in depth
    offering Willowdot, it tells of
    a deepening dispair, a cry
    from the darkness, an empty
    existence and yet deep in
    the misery there is a light
    of hope, there is always a
    light my good friend…

    A powerful piece of writing…

    Androgoth XXx


    • willowdot21
      Aug 29, 2012 @ 13:34:05

      Yes Andro there is always hope but sometimes it is well hidden. I would like to think that happiness and goodness always win..but that would just be a sick joke and I would be kidding myself.


  2. johnallenrichter
    Aug 29, 2012 @ 10:43:05

    Jc… what kind of emotional hurricane this thing rips through… affection, love, or sometimes just a kiind word can be the pillar that holds our lives together. Some people don’t understand why abused women always return to their abusers. But I can see that you do. Very powerful emotion here and very smooth cadence. And quite exciting too….


    • willowdot21
      Aug 29, 2012 @ 13:31:40

      Sadly when woman are abused they become addicted to their abuser and sadly even if they do get away they often become attracted to another abuser.It is a nasty evil spiral it does need to be broken. Yes it can be very exciting but much more often it ends in tears and often much much worse.


  3. zendictive
    Aug 29, 2012 @ 12:35:24

    why do victums feel low when a person of low stature abuses another? because they have a heart… and care. It is always darkest before the dawn. (!_!)


  4. kate58
    Aug 29, 2012 @ 17:46:52

    You’re too good to keep kidding yourself – assuming this is based in your reality. I liked this, though it was dark. I can relate, & having said that, this is not what I (or anyone who truly loves you) would wish for you. ♥


    • willowdot21
      Aug 29, 2012 @ 18:01:57

      Thank you Kate, I have to get my poems out. Life is what it is , I am encouraged by yours and everyone’s support. I know my limits I know the lines that have been drawn for me , but I shall not give in or give up ..nor should you Kate nor should you! 🙂 xxx


  5. granbee
    Aug 29, 2012 @ 18:16:54

    Extremely powerful post, milady! You are definitely on a very effective empathy roll lately!


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