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the most beautiful thing
that god does
to people

is that he gifts them

to each other.
dedicated to all the people god has gifted me with.
especially those reading this, that know this.
  Jun 2018 Elizabeth Burns
Rj
What does it mean to be human?
Does it mean that your body is flesh and bone?
My body is made of plastic.
What are you made of?
What makes a person whole?
Is it fulfillment? Happiness? Soul?
Whatever the case, I am not whole.
Are you?
Are humans intelligent or ignorant?
I am both.
Which one are you?
Are humans kind or wicked?
I do not know which one I am.
Do you know?
Do humans get to choose who they are?
I have tried to mould myself as best I can, into the person I want to be
Have you?
Are you human?
I am, decidedly, not human.
I am that which I do not know of
I am that which I do not wish to discover
I hope never to know who I am.
Who are you?
Uhhh **** my man
These words that line the page
I've breathed bled and felt
Cut myself open on the edges
Spilled
Poured  
Knelt
Built up with the highs
Come
down
with
the
lows
Set words from chapters of spirit that only truly knows
Shelled out from the hollows
Pulled out from the veins
Dredged
deep
from
pits and gallows
Sprinkled
down
from
soft summer
rain
Meaning has come from places I wouldn't want to rewrite again
The poetry more than just a verse it's the healing to live
with this pen
Elizabeth Burns Jun 2018
Beg
How do I write this down?
How do I even come to terms with this?
My best friend wants to die
She's so tired
So tired
God I don't know what to do
What do you do when someone cries and screams every morning
"I want to die. I can't do this anymore?"
She feels like this is all her fault
But it's not
She feels so guilty
Feels her life isn't worth living

What do I do
How do I do this
How do I make this better

How are you supposed to deal
When your best friend
Begs you
Not to love her anymore
Because

How do you deal
When someone says
I don't know if I'll still be here

I don't know how to cope
Someone help me please
I'm struggling
And I know she is too
I don't know what to do
Elizabeth Burns Jun 2018
Dementia
Stop romanticising It
It isn't sweet and lovely
Like the notebook describes
It's real
And it smells like
Dull paint drying on the wall
Especially when he's alone
And there's no one to hold him
It's loneliness
Confusion
And sickness
Encompassed into one
Sick Dab of paint
  Jun 2018 Elizabeth Burns
Kim Essary
Thirteen long years spent under his thumb. Sixteen years old is when this begun.
I thought I was in love , now I know I should have left after the first shove.
I stayed instead, chalking it up as one too many drinks,. Time went on only getting worse, as I got pregnant with his child.  The control he had over me was more than mild. It was a push and a shove pulling my hair but worse than that was the emotional abuse he just didn't care.
The longer I stayed the worse it got , now there was another life I had to protect.
My story goes on for around 10 more years , another baby  with him and many hidden tears .
Please don't judge others by what you may see because behind those closed doors is a scarred and scorn woman that wants to be free .
Free from the abuse she gets everyday the threats of him taking her life away . The fear of what would happen to her children if he snapped and did what he said, The fear she feels laying beside  a monster in her bed, the fear that her children will grow up to believe that abuse is ok because that's all they see ,
So this is a sickness a disease, to treat any human so inhumane,
I don't look for pitty but hope someone out there reads this and it changes their life.  You see , I am not a Victom but I am a true Survivor of Domestic Violence you may not be as lucky as me if you stay I promise you you don't have to do anything else just get away .  
© kimmied 1105
13 years of emotional and physical abuse I was lucky to make it out alive. If you are going through any of this please know you will survive but he will never change .
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