Confession Of My Falling Tears

by Sharol   Dec 29, 2005


If your tears could tell the story of why they just can't stop falling what would they say?
This is the Confession of my tears.
The reason why I fall is because I have been hurt. Not only on the inside anymore but on the out side as well. You use to fight with me over stupid things. Like the way I dress and the way I do my hair. You use to hurt me with your words to the point where I say I'm leaving, But you would say If you ever leave me I would kill my self and it would be all your fault! you stupid good for nothing B**ch! You scared the sh*t out of me so I stayed a little bit longer with these tears running down my face. Time pasted and I started to pack my stuff and I toled you I was leaving and thats when he grabbed the knife and said if you take one more step closer to the door he was going to slice his own wrist. I didn't believe him so I steped closer to the door then I turn back to look at you once more and there where you on the floor bleeding to death. I called 911 and waited till you got better and a wile later I toled you That I was leaving and this time I don't cair what you do to your self cuz when I walk out that door I'll never look back. I think I should have to see what stunted you would pull to make me stay. What stupid thing you would to your self this time. Would I have to call 911? But little did I know you where not going to do anything to harm your self, It was to harm me. In a new way to make stay. He grabbed the baseball bat and hit me at the back of my head untill I passed out. When I woke up I was bleeding and then he started to rape me over and over and for hours it felt like days. All of a sudden theres a loud bang at the door a voice said open up its the police. He pulls out a gun and points it at me and says if you make a sound I will kill you! He puts the gun in his pocket and leaves to opens the door to see what they want. For once I don't listen to what he has to say and so I scream for help!! Then I hear yelling and a gun shout! The police untie me and give me a towel to put around me. As I walk out I see him laying on the ground with a pool of blood coming out of his head. Thats the confession of my tears.
This might sound like crap but I ask you to plz vote and comment I will do the same thanx for reading.

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