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|Her Small Padded Cell; Publish date: 10-22-03|
|Topic Started: Mar 28 2005, 10:25 PM (97 Views)|
|AquaTonic||Mar 28 2005, 10:25 PM Post #1|
In love and loving it!
Her Small Padded Cell
The sound of something dripping,
Tapping against the cement.
A dangling light dimly shines,
As a girl stands over a metal table.
The liquid shines a deep red,
As blood drips to the ground.
She turns to me,
Her eyes gleaming red.
Her entire body dripping in blood,
While hair wraps around her fingers.
A crazy grin moves over her lips,
While she lets out a horrifying laugh.
Her laugh never stops,
As tears fall from her eyes.
Her twitching fingers never stopping,
As she cries, "I did it. I did it."
Death swirls around the room,
While she falls to her knees.
Laughing and crying at the same time,
New words spill from her mouth :
"The pressure was too hard for me,
While I listened to those horried words.
The tears held back until they fell,
But this time for the last.
"Yes, I did it,
I finally did it!
I killed the bitch with my own hands,
Never will she torement me again.
"Now her body lays cold,
The sight and proof od my torement.
Blood stains my fingers,
Now I will always be happy."
I leave the girl alone to her illness,
While I remember all the signs before.
Her overly happiness,
And pretnding nothing was wrong.
She was such a good child,
Doing everything her parents ordered.
But the only thing that caused her maddness,
Was her own flesh and blood.
For years she put up with harsh words,
Calling her "cow" and yelling foul language.
But one finally realized and stopped,
Leaving the other one to continue the torement.
She took the harsh words,
And slowly fought back.
But the words never seized,
Until she had to seize them herself.
Her dark thoughts went further,
Thinking about death.
Wanting to slit her wrists to get away,
Until she finally broke.
The madness wasn't her fault,
But of those that didn't notice.
She ended all of her pain,
And I don't blame her.
Who would want to go through such life,
Being treated like scum by family,
Always being abused mentally,
Until one finally breaks?
I would have done the same,
Ending all my misery.
Even if it meant killing the torementer,
And finally going insane.
She's in a better place now,
Where she can be all to herself.
With no pain left to hurt her.
No one left to torement her.
Alone she will be,
Surrounded by white padded walls,
A nice striaght jackets,
And...ah...the wonderful pills.
No one left to torement her,
In her small padded cell.
The only one that can hurt her now,
|Invoker||Mar 29 2005, 12:37 AM Post #2|
whoa! Your are how old again? Very deep.
seems we have some good poems in here.
Thnks aqua for adding yours!
Do you ever feel like someone is watching you? It's me! ~ Invoker|
Just because it don't have bars and locks doesn't means it's not a prison! ~ Invoker
|AquaTonic||Mar 29 2005, 06:43 PM Post #3|
In love and loving it!
|Just 17 but I also percieve from an adult perspective since I never really played with kids my age. I entertained myself with my dolls or sat with adults ^^|
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