One Black Rose

One black rose was pushed under my door
Withered dark blood spilling within
A smile like a ghost
Was painted on the post

The darkness is around me
As the shadows dance to me
One black rose in my hand
With tiny beads of death

My veins are popping up
As ringing in my ears
I wring my hands
And cover my tracks

I am so worn and weary
Never knowing
What is coming next
The pain comes upon me

As my head spins
My body is on fire

My soul is not my own
Where can I go?

To lose this black rose
I am losing control
Fighting for my life
I don't know what to do

As I lay on the ground
Blood all around
My heart is flowing
As the last breath I take

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Family Violence

I was raised with a violence father. It happened almost every day. My mother tried to stop it but could not. He would get drunk and come home to beat one of us or both. He was very mean. The police would not do anything to him. He got away with everything he did. No matter how bad it was. I would often think I would never make it. His temper was always in his way. He would start fights with everyone. No one was safe around him. He put holes in the walls. Put needles in my arms when I was only two or three to see me cry. Never said a kind word to me or my mother. Unless he was not drinking. Which was hardly ever. He was in the Army when I was born. When he got back. He made it clear he did not want me or love me. When I was three he made me ride a bull. I am lucky I did not get killed. My mother was so scared. Then my mother had my sister and she was sick. She died in my arms w...

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