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Brithdays arent happy
written by piperneedshelp02:33 AM 1/26/05my birthday .... but it feels like my deathday
why must it be this way?
what did i do to deserve this?!
my parents leave the house
later they return
only to beat me, again
they push me in the closet...locking it
i pound on the door, "let me out!" i scream
i am hoping this is a dream
but i know better...i know way better
my father screams back, "you wretched child!
why would i ever let you run wild?"
but my mother...all she does is laugh
laugh at my pain....i let the tears fall
they do no good, but i cant stifle them
i dont understand....what did i do to make them so mad?
they leave for a while...but i'm still locked in that room
the walls seem to get closer
i close my eyes, hoping the feeling will go away
but i was wrong! it gets worse
i scream until my voice gets horse
but all that happens is my father comes
he rips the door
i scream louder
he opens the door and i try to rush past him...
but it does no good, he caught my arm
he swings me back and cracks my head
i wake up in a strange bed...
"where am i?" i ask
but soon i notice that talking is quite the task
"shh," someone coos
i open my eyes, and wonder who's who?
"you are ok now,
dont worry about going back there," said a pretty nurse
she smiled, and i spun back to sleep |
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