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Hey, just another poem. What can I say, I get bored and I have a restless mind. sweatdrop Well, here it is:
The Happiest Lie
By: Jen Nolan
11/21/05
It ended whenshe was eleven
But it all started when she was seven
All the blood and the marks
Things sometimes went very dark
"It's nothing" she would say to her friend
The questions soon began to end
Relief on the inside, but not on the outside
The pain continued because she lied
All the questions should have been protective
But the pain was certainly was selected
In the night, all alone
She would cry and moan
He would always hurt her in the night
Even if there wasn't a fight
"Please daddy, I love you"
But on the inside it was, "The love should come from you."
"I need to tell someone." she said to her image
She took out her notebook and began to scribble a passage
'It was all his fault, I didn't need to die.'
She knew that he would make up a lie
Next day at school, infront of a girl
Her knees shaking, her head in a whirl
"Can I see your arm?"
She seemed nice, didn't mean any harm
Down the hall and to the right
She hoped the best with all her might
" Can't you see? He beats her Dan."
"She just doesn't understand."
Sick of being treated as a child
All the feelings at a mild
"Ready to go?"
She hopped in the car as it drove slow
In a wierd smelling place
She saw an interesting face
"How many times did her hurt you?"
More questions, she didn't know what to do
"All the time" she said with a tear
She wished that her mom could be near
In the car again, back to the house
Inside, she felt as small as a mouse
Again she head in even more of a whirl
Her and her stomach stated to stir
He came home later that night
Him and her brother got in a fight
Blood all over his face
She wished she could get out of that place
Her brother on the floor
For he would awaken nevermore
She ran to the door, her arms outstretched
She is whom her father would catch
More blood, her own
In that moment she was alone
She fell to the blood, on the floor
She watched her father drag him out the door
She looked to the sky
She asked the question, "Why..."
Her body felt cold
In her hand felt a hold
A hold of a hand, in her own
She was no longer alone
Her real body, lay sprawled across the floor
Her dad seeing she would live nevermore
Her dad fell to his knees
As her hair moved by the whip of the breeze
Her mother and brother, nice and clean
Her father had been so very mean
"Are you happy dad. I'm glad if you are."
"Now I can be happy, and fly with the stars"
No more blood, no more tears
Just more happy, for many more years
Her mother and brother, flying at her side
In some ways now, she was happy that she had lied
 GodsGirl-SatansSpawn · Mon Nov 21, 2005 @ 11:43pm · 0 Comments |
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