The Attack

May 29, 2012
By SierraG SILVER, Dudley, Massachusetts
SierraG SILVER, Dudley, Massachusetts
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Favorite Quote:
Speak your mind, even if your voice shakes.


Screaming,
Yelling,
Hatred,
Words.

All of these are frequent weapons
You use to break my soul.
I stand vulnerable, out in the
Open for you.
You bear down on me like
A hawk on its prey.

There I am,
Defenseless and alone.
Nobody saves me,
Nobody picks me up, away from your attack.
I sit as a victim,
Unable to escape your assault.

Your words invade my mind like
Hitler into Poland.
They cling to my soul like talons,
Crushing my being to infinitesimal pieces.
They rip me to shreds,
No less intensely than a wood chipper on fresh lumber.

Worthless,
Hopeless,
A futile effort,
Ungrateful.

Those are your specific words.
The tactics of your fight are brutal.
They are cruel and unmerciful.

Down they come, heavy as a hammer.
Gripping my heart like chains,
Piercing me like a javelin.

I bleed happiness.
I bleed love.
I bleed hope.
I bleed all I’ve built myself to be
And all I’ve strived to re-construct.
Down I fall, the fortress of my being
Falling further into the abyss
With no return.
The mystery and darkness of being hated,
It swallows me.

I’m falling deeper and deeper
Into something inescapable,
Heading towards something inevitable.
You are blind to my deterioration.
I slowly erode, drifting away in the wind.
More and more each day,
The pieces float away,
But their absence fails to be noted.

Will you ever see how you break me?
Will you ever feel the pain you doll out?
I wish you would.

As I fall, I pull others to my bottom.
My self-loathing is ever-growing,
Followed by self harm.

Mommy dearest, I am weary.
I can’t survive this for much longer.
I’m dropping quickly, but nobody sees.
Nobody will see me.
Nobody can pick me up.

Is anyone out there?
Can anyone save my soul?
I don’t know, but I feel so alone.
I feel like nobody will come to
My aid and I will continue falling,
Deeper and deeper, until
I no longer exist.

Somebody, come show me that love is real..
I beg of you.


The author's comments:
This was written after a barrage of yelling and hurt from my mother. I wrote it to represent those who endure emotional abuse of any kind, because words hurt.

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SierraG SILVER said...
on Jun. 10 2012 at 3:44 pm
SierraG SILVER, Dudley, Massachusetts
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Favorite Quote:
Speak your mind, even if your voice shakes.

Thank you so much! I wrote it from the heart and I wanted to reach out to others through it. 

on Jun. 8 2012 at 4:19 pm
Evyfan111 DIAMOND, Castle Pines North, Colorado
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Favorite Quote:
"Writing eases my suffering. It's my soul's medicine. I write when I hurt. I write what I fear. Writing is my form of personal freedom. I write to save myself. I write to survive as an individual."
~Amor Magner

Wow, this poem really spoke to me. I am bullied and your words told the very story of my life. Thank you for writing this. It will give others strength when they think they are alone, as you sometimes also feel. But you are never alone. There are many people out there who, like us, have been emotionally battered and scarred. Never give up!




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