8 Years

[Alucard]

This one is.....well about my step father... and the eight years i spent under his drunken abusive control. I believe i first wrote
this one day after he got drunk and used me as a punching bag then i just kept adding to it and revising it year after year and this was the final version that i had at age 16.


Eight years

Eight years of abuse,
Eight years of fear
What the ,
Why won’t you go away?
Why won’t you stop?
Why am I so worthless,
In your eyes?
Why do you push me,
To the brink of insanity?
All of this pain inside,
With no place to go
You’ve always tried to
Control my life
You want every one to
Be your puppet
I hate you
You’ve ruined my life
It isn’t fair
Where’s the knife.
Should I slice my wrist?
Or cut the strings?
What will either choice bring?

Eight years of arguing
Eight years of your bull shit
Eight years of your lies
I always wanted to escape
I never stood up to you
I only add to my pain
I trusted you, what a mistake.

Eight years of torment
Eight years of living in exile
No more hiding what I feel
You’ve made my life a living hell
you I wish you were dead
You tried to imprison me
Two times I tried to break free
I thought suicide was the only way out.

Eight years of murderous rage
Eight years of suicidal thoughts
Now I know it was you pushing me to do it.
You thought your self real smart
Trying to destroy me
Trying to tear me apart
All you did was make me stronger

Eight years of chaotic wrath
Eight years of wanting you dead
Eight years of bloody fantasies
This is eight years of my life.



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[dragornis]

Eight years to make me what I am.
Eight years because of one man.
Eight years more.. an eternity you'll see,
Eight years can be forever,,, if you let it be...
Eight years can be forever, but it can change tonight.
Eight years with no choice , that you hold to tight.
Eight years or an eternity, the choice is yours.
Eight years spent, but not wasted, stronger still.
Eight years stronger, from that what does not kill.
Eight years ago the race begun
Eight years later,, is that all you can run.
Eight more years,, the later be,,
anything you want,, and man enought to be.....
Eight years ,, time enough to prolong,,, the next ..
Eight years to prove him wrong,,,,,,,,
Your not crazy or alone , you've just traveled a road not frequented by many,,,, who surive,,,, and survial is what its all about,,, the weak should die , the strong go on living...
The lowest thing on this earth is a cockroach and they survived the flood,,,
Winners are those who lost but refused to quite,,,,

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