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                    in and out
                
                Wow.... that is really deep. And powerful. 
                
                    posted by
                    Angela_Sargent
                     on October 5, 2007 at 11:32 AM
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                    in and out
                
                    in and out
  in sometimes feels likes i am in and out of reality
  wondering
  who i am 
  trying on 
  the reality that will not give me hives
  the hives have become more and more frequent
  and the bastard
  takes up so much of my nerves
  and my nerves are worn so thin
  and even when I try to leave this skin
  and try on new skin
  I find my nerves
  are worn so thin
  I am bleading
  and scratching
  and taking a pill
  to ease the hives from spreading
  and growing
  so I can stop
  scratching
  just for today
  I am getting worse
  somedays
  i think
  then other days
  I come out of that shit hole
  i lived in with that
  pig
  and understand that
  I put myself
  there now
  he did it to me
  now my mind does it all by itself
  and it is so hard
  when you are in and out
  like this 
  in and out
  in and out
  wishing you never
  knew the person that let some
  piece of shit
  make you fear your
  own skin
  in and out
  in nothing easy
  but it is better
  than dead- 
  most of us kill ourself
  you know
  we just kill ourself
  because we are so ashamed
  of who we are
  and can not live
  free
  once we leave
  the abuse
  of domestic violence
  so if we do not enter
  another one
  we just become
  our
  own best friends
  or
  we
  kill ourself
  or
  we find a place to survive
  and live in our
  skin
  even when
  the hives
  bubble
  upon the inside of our arms
  as we recall his hands
  on our necks
  and we think of him fucking 
  our bodies
  and the hives spread
  to the hips
  as we nearly vomit thinking of how
  we had to 
  turn
  away
  from that
  pig
  as he
  thrust
  his fat body into
  our frail
  body
  leaving us
  damaged
  broken
  parts
  of a woman
  so fragmented
  that we
  have become
  in and out
  of the whole
  and parts
  of us will never be
  entire again
  that
  is what it is 
  like to survive
  domestic
  violence
  and to know he pig
  has your kid
  is really
  hard on your fucking nerves©
   
   
                
                    posted by
                    Harvardgirl_global
                     on October 2, 2007 at 12:08 PM
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                    I've been there.  It gets better.
                
                
                
                    posted by
                    FineYoungSinger
                     on October 2, 2007 at 10:16 AM
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