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I just woke up tonight
Surrounded by smelly garbage
I looked left and right
Yet didn't catch....
The reason I'm thrown in the ally
I tried to stand on feet
But something inside really hurt
I held into the wooden walls
Working on my shaky legs
I started to move
The pain getting worse
I walked out to the crowdie street
Rubbing my eyes
As some lights went through
Then that little girl
Pointed her fingers on me
Telling her mother
To take a look at me
That woman stared widely
Her face turned pale
Staring somewhere behind me
I tried to find out
What's wrong???
Was I a ghost?
Or was I just smelly and dirty
I stared back at her
As other people near
Turned towards me
With pitiful gazes
And apologetic stares
Cops approaching me
Carefully and slowly
I really didn't get it
I asked out loud...
"Do you know me?"
Some old women
Started to cry
I felt something was really wrong
I breathed in some air
Looked down at my new pinky dress
It was full of blood
I looked to my hand
It held a sharp knife
I then looked behind
Dead man was ahead
I closed my eyes
And remembered it all
I killed a man
Who just chose me
And raped me hard
'cause it felt…
Somehow fun back then
I couldn't stop myself
From taking out
All that rage
Stubbing him
Multiple times
It felt so right
Digging that knife
Inside his throat
I just couldn't control it
That thirsty feeling
Of getting even
I did what I had to do
Didn't regret it
As the cops
Held me down
It was obvious
I'll be out
As soon as the story
Of the hideous incident
Was reviled
But still....
Something wrong felt inside
'cause I knew
I'm never...
Gone be the same....
Surrounded by smelly garbage
I looked left and right
Yet didn't catch....
The reason I'm thrown in the ally
I tried to stand on feet
But something inside really hurt
I held into the wooden walls
Working on my shaky legs
I started to move
The pain getting worse
I walked out to the crowdie street
Rubbing my eyes
As some lights went through
Then that little girl
Pointed her fingers on me
Telling her mother
To take a look at me
That woman stared widely
Her face turned pale
Staring somewhere behind me
I tried to find out
What's wrong???
Was I a ghost?
Or was I just smelly and dirty
I stared back at her
As other people near
Turned towards me
With pitiful gazes
And apologetic stares
Cops approaching me
Carefully and slowly
I really didn't get it
I asked out loud...
"Do you know me?"
Some old women
Started to cry
I felt something was really wrong
I breathed in some air
Looked down at my new pinky dress
It was full of blood
I looked to my hand
It held a sharp knife
I then looked behind
Dead man was ahead
I closed my eyes
And remembered it all
I killed a man
Who just chose me
And raped me hard
'cause it felt…
Somehow fun back then
I couldn't stop myself
From taking out
All that rage
Stubbing him
Multiple times
It felt so right
Digging that knife
Inside his throat
I just couldn't control it
That thirsty feeling
Of getting even
I did what I had to do
Didn't regret it
As the cops
Held me down
It was obvious
I'll be out
As soon as the story
Of the hideous incident
Was reviled
But still....
Something wrong felt inside
'cause I knew
I'm never...
Gone be the same....
Literature
Have You Ever?
Have you ever,
cried until very,
late at night?
Have you ever,
felt so tired,
but, you can't,
sleep,
because, you Cant.
Stop.,
Thinking.?
Have you ever,
looked at the clock,
which read 3:00am?
Have you ever,
cried to yourself,
begged your thoughts,
to just let you sleep?
Have you ever,
just laid there,
trying not to think?
Have you ever,
waited for hours,
in pain,
in love,
with no hope,
just to fall,
A,
S,
L,
E,
E,
P,
I have...
Literature
Dreamgirl
Dear Dreamgirl,
You don't know it yet, but you might save my life.
You are taller than I am and your hands are long so that they fold over mine. Your
mouth is full and real and made for smiling and your eyes are sharp because you see
and kind because you pretend not to.
Sometimes, when I'm walking down the street, I see somebody in a crisp dress uniform
or carefully groomed fatigues and my stomach bottoms out. I want to cry, but I don't,
because I swear to God nobody will ever see me cry ever again.
I might hold your hand too tightly and put my face into your neck, because the warm
scent of you drifts over your sensible shoulders
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forever-girl
she's tired. worn.
but she can't fall asleep anymore
because she's scared of waking up.
i think back to the nights
when we pretended we could touch the stars
and we lit up the sky with laughter.
oh those long ago feelings.
she's the type of girl who hides her pain
because she doesn't want anyone else to be hurt.
she wears too much make-up
to cover up the tears in her eyes.
she tries to smile and it just about breaks my heart.
forever-girl,
can i be your hero?
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I didn't get rape or anything like that. It's just my friend had an essay to write about what will she do if she get raped. Would she be the same, how would she keep living on? And I just wrote above, what I might do or feel if this actually happened to me.
Feedback questions
1.Did I express the trauma I went through?
2.Do you agree that the rapist deserves to be killed?
3. If you're a judge, what would be your verdict, death sentence or prison for life?
4. Be free to critique, so I can get better..
Feedback questions
1.Did I express the trauma I went through?
2.Do you agree that the rapist deserves to be killed?
3. If you're a judge, what would be your verdict, death sentence or prison for life?
4. Be free to critique, so I can get better..
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This is very powerful and sad at the same time.
1) Yes.
2) Yes.
3) I would hope you would have a good attorney, so you could move for a temporary insanity plea, because I would agree with that.
1) Yes.
2) Yes.
3) I would hope you would have a good attorney, so you could move for a temporary insanity plea, because I would agree with that.