Her Plangent Slient Screams

It's a poem of how a teenage girl who still feels like she's clay in her rapist's hands.

you've broken into my body, my thoughts, my dreams.
you've made me crimson, the blood will never wash off.
i tried to be perfect for you, i've been working so hard to get it all right. you hid me, showed her off like a new toy, bright and beautiful. while i was standing in the background; feeding his addiction, you can't supply his needs, i couldn't either until he broken me down, all the way to my kness.
pleasure was his addiction, i was his fix. supplying his every need, coming to every call, fixing his pain, erasing his loneliness for those minutes.
you made him angry, i took the grunt off it, let him take it all out on me. i was his toy, he put strings on me, controlled my every movement, watched my every step, beat his views into me.
he called me a bigot, yet he couldn't accept i needed to change, called me a hypocrite because i wanted saved, but i was his dirty little toy, he used, threw around, labelled.
he takes me into his arms every single time he needs in bad, tells me i'm the only one who can do it the way he likes it.; blackmailed my heart blue and lets it rott in my chest.
you keep using my body, using my heart, using the fact you have something on me to use me raw, i can't sleep so i medicate myself, i can't speak so i stab myself, i can express how much i hate you so i love you.
so i love what you do to me,
so i love what you've turned me into,
so i love you, because no one else will.
so i love you, and keep my mouth shut.
 "dead, cold, black & blue, one day, they' ll all know about you."

Author's Note

Ignore grammer in terms of upper and lower case punctuation as well as the commas seperating most of the poem.

Reviews

[I.M. de Ville]

wow... i liked the imagery in this. it has a very true sense of reality to it. it's a biting, searing, almost terrifying truth that this is how bad some break ups can be, but i like that it's real. i liked how you worded everything. very, very nice. keep up the good work!

[Marshall Hanson]

Great poem! Loved the imagery. I could feel the pain in your words. Keep writing.

[Nick Reynolds]

I really like this. It's harsh, cold, but REAL, and reality is what I love in poetry, the REAL feelings that people portray. As you said, I ignored the grammar, but I just have a question, is "i CAN express how..." supposed to be "i CAN'T express how...". Other than that, some spelling and grammar (which, let's be honest, don't really matter at this point), this poem is amazing! Thanks for submitting and Write On! :)