*sighs* Journal...I hate my step-sister. It isn't a sibling hate either. It is a murderous hate. I can not kill her though. SO what can I do? I write and draw...this is the poem I wrote after the fight we had last night. It isn't good...but it is something...
Voices
I hear voices fade in and out.
I do not understand them.
When I try to speak,
The owners of the voices hurt me.
People hate me,
For my voice.
I stay silent,
Silent as night,
Yet, night is not silent.
So what is?
Just me?
The voices come in clearer.
"Stupid girl" they say.
"Retard"
"b***h"
I soon grow unfeeling,
numbed.
I take each insult,
each hit,
Unmoved.
No tears fall from my eyes,
For there are no tears,
no sadness.
Only hate.
Bitter hate.
A knife finds its way into my steady yet trembeling hand.
Soon,
Blood fills my vision.
As I look upon their lifeless bodies,
I think,
Was I any better?
so? I don;t think it is all that good. Comment and tell me what you think people. I would love to know.
 moon_neko_23 · Mon Nov 20, 2006 @ 08:41pm · 1 Comments |
