He Is The Reason For Her Torment, by LaShawnna Subscribe to rss feed for LaShawnna

He curses her night and day, she can't escape.Nobody
understands how much pain she feels.His words cut into her
like a knife, he is the reason for her torment.He never
gives her a break he keeps on and on until she cry's, so she
sits in her room and she cuts herself just so she can feel
pain.Her friends wonder what is going on, but yet they don't
ask she couldn't say "He is the reason for my torment."
Because they would want to know who, each night her cuts
were deeper.She'd cry because it would hurt, but the pain
from the knife was better than the pain she experienced from
him.He is the reason for her torment, one night his actions
went to far.Instead of using words to hurt her, he used his
fists, and then he saw her cuts which drove him to push him
farer,he kept beating her.Then she looked up at him and he
knocked her dead, with one blow to the head.He was the
reason for her torment.Now he is the reason for her death. 
  
Posted: 2005-10-30 16:29:02 UTC

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2005-11-05 22:48:28waterlily
i am in the same boat myself.instead of cutting,i am smoking myself to death.at least it is a pleasure tho.something i can controll

2005-11-05 22:48:28waterlily
i am in the same boat myself.instead of cutting,i am smoking myself to death.at least it is a pleasure tho.something i can controll