Twisted Me

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by TigersMomJ, Mar 30, 2012.

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  1. TigersMomJ

    TigersMomJ Active Member

    Look at you, whining, simpering
    Wanting to be loved
    I don't love you
    Never will
    Over the edge I shove

    We're so different, you and I
    I never have felt sad
    I'm just full of
    Wicked ways
    Nasty, twisted, bad

    Anger suits me, evil grins
    I'll hurt you more than me
    But I don't do it
    For attention
    Only your eyes see

    You make me sick, your running tears
    Your wimpering little cries
    I'll hold you under
    Drag you down
    Spin your head with lies

    I wallow in your agony
    I relish in your pain
    I shred your skin, rip flesh from bone
    Your blood
    I'll make it rain

    They think you want to kill yourself
    If only they all knew
    Neither of us is suicidal
    I just like
    Hurting you

    Shut your mouth you stupid *****
    You know you love it too
    Don't act so scared
    I see your eyes
    You need the pain, it's true
  2. scarlettdrknss

    scarlettdrknss Well-Known Member

    this is an interesting poem...
  3. TigersMomJ

    TigersMomJ Active Member

    Yeah... huh. It just poured out last night and then I went to bed and had vivid dreams about it all night long. When I was little my oldest "brother" (adopted) molested me several times and I knew it would kill my mom if I told her. He was 15 years older than me and really tall and loud and I felt so small around him. I kept it to myself for a few years and I was so tired of being scared of him so I think I created a really tough, mean, un-hurtable me. That's when I cut myself. But "I" wouldn't cut myself. It was like watching someone else do it. Twisted.
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