When he come

by Leanne   Aug 1, 2005


Ow no hes here again
he slames the door
and calls my name
i sit in my room silent
and still to scared
to even move
wishing it would all just STOP
if only i was safe
not having to hide and
hurt all the time

He bangs around downstairs
and i finally think it safe
when all of a sudden
the door flung open
me doing the same
fflying across my bedroom
screaming for help
i fly into the wall
not able to move
i think its to late
no longer being able to breath
all my bones shattered and broken
and now its to late!!!

this never happened to me but if it ever happenes 2 u u need 2 tell sum 1 b 4 it is 2 late

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  • 19 years ago

    by RaNdOmGaL

    Wow, i don't know what to say, i guess that's quite sismilar to the type of thing that happens to me........
    :-(
    but enough about me...... excellant poem!!!
    *5/5*
    luv RaNdOmGaL xxx