True Pain (standard:poetry, 236 words)
Author: cracker11	Added: Dec 30 2009	Views/Reads: 2572/1662	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
I wrote this when my best friend got kicked out of their house. She was only 13. She had to go to Tampa to live with her dad.

When your finally happy, 

Content at the least, 

With your life, 

With the world, 

With reality. 

It slowly rips all of the 

Happiness from you. 

Crushing all the buds 

That could bloom into happiness. 

Peeling off your skin, 

Gauging out your eyes, 

Slicing off your ears. 

So that you cannot 

Hear or see anything. 

Sewing together your lips, 

In an “x” formation, 

So that you cannot 

Speak ever again. 

It breaks every bone, 

Small or large, 

In your damned body. 

Beating you, 

Until you are completely 

Black and blue. 

Chopping you into 

Tiny, fine dices of meat. 

Drenching you in 

Boiling hot water 

To make a 

Bloody ass mess. 

You are 

Glad that it is 

Finally all over. 

But remember reality? 

Yeah, it tells you that 

The true pain 

Hasn't even started. 

Reality is always right. 


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