A glance.
A touch.
A kiss.
Is lost in the confusion of your world,
Is drowned by your emotions.
A hug.
A tear.
A smile.
Is forgotten by your dark mind.
You turn the other cheek to it
And act as if it didn’t exist.
You and I.
Our friendship.
Our relationship.
No longer exists
In your cold black eyes.
Forced out by your coldness
Where nothing dares to exist.
A shove.
A slap.
A punch.
All delivered by your hands.
By the hands that were supposed to touch me.
By the hands that were supposed to hold me.
By the hands that were supposed to comfort me.
A glance.
A touch.
A kiss.
Filled with nothing.
Just like your barren heart.
2006-10-10 12:02:56 · 6 answers · asked by susannah 1 in Health ➔ Mental Health
I'm not actually abused...
2006-10-10 13:56:03 · update #1
I really like it... I can see where you are coming from because I believe I've been in the same situation as you. Keep writing!
2006-10-10 12:32:41 · answer #1 · answered by misery 7 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Well done! And very clearly written by or for an abused person, who has turned their emotions into creativity! Nice job!
2006-10-10 20:03:06 · answer #2 · answered by KathieJo 5 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Hi friend i really like it.You should get it published in maybe newpaper, Or internet. keep up the good work it will pay off.
As you find your inner self.
Good luck
2006-10-10 19:11:20 · answer #3 · answered by smillymichelle 2 · 0⤊ 0⤋
I like it. Although it sounds as if it was inspired by much pain. Sorry if this is the case!
2006-10-10 19:11:36 · answer #4 · answered by funlady6632@yahoo.com 6 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Oh. Looks like it's over babe. And I was just getting to know you. Oh well ....
2006-10-10 19:10:37 · answer #5 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 0⤋
love it!
2006-10-10 19:11:18 · answer #6 · answered by panurple81 1 · 0⤊ 0⤋