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Tears are always running down my face
I hang my head low thinking 'what a disgrace? '
The tears are coming from all the damage you caused
What do you want now, a round of applause?
...

i sit in a park where i dwell,
for this boy i love so well.
he took my heart away from me,
now he wants to set me free.
...

give me fire,
give me wind,
forgive me father
for i have sinned.
...

You promised you wouldn’t hurt me
You swore you would always be true
And now I look around
And I can’t seem to find you
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a thousand scars
from a rusty blade
attempted suicides
never made
...

as your fingers caressed my skin
you tried to quiet the voice within
urging you to push it in
your man hood grew to a manly size
...

What is this wonder soft and white,
That falls from the sky on this wintery night?
Cool and sparkling, light as a feather,
It makes its appearance in cold winter weather.
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i am sick and tired of this,
may the razor blades dance again
voices running through my head
i just want this pain to end
...

Once again the call begins
Begging me back to the blade
Drags me down in the deep blue waves
As I feel reality fade
...

She begs him to stop, she begs and she pleads,
but the harder she cries, the harder she bleeds.
She's wondering why he's hurting her so,
but her eyes are getting heavier with each stinging blow.
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Hush, little sister
Please don't cry
I wish I could be there
To sing you a lullaby
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im unclean
so much dirt ive never seen
lies and decet covered by laughter
people tell me to stop being a marter
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At the funeral they cried,
So much sadness pouring out, it was a surprise
To know they’d hated her whilst she was still alive.
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Only bikers and servicemen had 'em at one time
Nowadays 'respectable' people have them
Hell, Roseanne & Cher have 'em on their behind
Poor Man's art collecting is what I call it
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my daughter that fell asleep gone but never forgotten

Pain and suffering is to its end in this child's life
We shall not weep for this child, for she is now in a place of beauty
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i wanna be a woman that you love
i wanna be the woman you adore
i wanna be the woman that tells you 'i love you more'
i wanna be the woman that you treat nice.
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i was waiting for you
to come home from work
i was dressed up and
i had no underwear on under my skirt
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i hid my hand behind my back
so no-one else could see
the blood and tears have stained my skin
the guilt burns holes through me
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love is like oxygen
you cant live without it
we only need one thing
and that is men
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i walked in on you
as you stood there
staring at a body on the floor
i shouted what did you do
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charlotte marie peachey Biography

i am a 21 year old budding poet and in my spare time its all i do. lol. i was diagnosed a few years ago with bipolar disorder and schizophrenia. my theropist suggested all sorts for my depression like art theropy that didnt work, counselling and hypnotherapy none of these worked until one day i picked up a pen and wrote down what i was feeling and to my surprise the words i had written rhymed and made sense. from then on poems have been my counselling and my antidepressants and im happy that i started writing poem i now have some thing in the region of 250 poems written since 2007.)

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I Will Always Be A Victim Of Sexual Abuse

Tears are always running down my face
I hang my head low thinking 'what a disgrace? '
The tears are coming from all the damage you caused
What do you want now, a round of applause?

I've watched you rape and molest me right before my eyes
Now the only thing left to do is cry
You stole my virginity without my consent
PLEASE tell me why this is the way it went

All I wanted was for you to get off of me
But getting you off of me just wasn't that easy
You hit me in my face then ripped my shirt
Then you pushed it in to the point where it hurt

I remember it like it was yesterday
Answer this, will I ever forget about this and be okay?
The thoughts are crucial & all I can do is cry
Sometimes I just think then ask myself 'why didn't I die? '

The dirty man didn't care if I lived or if I died
All he cared about was being satisfied
I feel dirty, I feel low, I feel used
I'll always know that I'm a victim of sexual abuse!

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