Lisa's Writings...
Monday, August 11, 2003
      ( 4:15 PM ) Lisa  
untitled
8-8-03

Dark brown eyes filled with pain
Soft pink lips whispering your name
Crimson tears begin to fall
But you aren't there at all

The tears hurt my eyes
My ears burn from your lies
Innocent thoughts no longer run through my head
My happiness is now dead

The clothes I wear are nothing but black
Confidence is something I still lack
You ripped my heart out of my chest
Now I'm sad and depressed

Your love was never true
I've been through Hell because of you
I knew we wouldn't last
I knew we moved things too fast

You used and abused me
Beat me to make you happy
Tore my body apart
And ripped out my beating heart
I'm glad we're now apart #




Sunday, August 10, 2003
      ( 3:35 PM ) Lisa  
Broken Trust
6-2-03

A sharp pain stings my cheek
Burning tears fill my eyes
My heart has been broken
A large lump forms in my throat
His yelling hurts my ears
A hands raises and hits my face
I crumble to the floor
A boot meets my rins
I gasp for air
Blood runs from my face
And then he leaves

I lay on the cold floor
I shiver with fear
I hurt with pain
Standing up on my weak legs,
I slowly wakl to the bathroom
Bending over the toilet, I vomit
Washing my face with cold water
The shock of it all runs through my body
I stare into the mirror
My eyes are filled with hate
I walk out the door

People stare at my bruised face
They thinkg I'm nothing but a disgrace
I wear a sweater, to hide the marks he left on my arm
I hide from the world,
Retract into my own corner
Depression falls over me
I can't look anyone in their eyes
The bruises have healed,
The cuts are gone
But my heart is wounded
And I no longer trust anyone #




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Lisa. 16. Sicilian. Chicago. Southside. Junior in high school. Mood swings. Rebel. Musician. Flute. Bass. Nipple fetish. Short. Weird. Athletic. Middle Child. Likes surveys. Labeled as "Punk" and "Goth." Sees no point in labels. Smart. Debates. Yells a lot. Reads. Writes. Penguins are awesome. Hates curly hair. Hates phones. Dyed black hair. 4.3 GPA. Quiet. Little feet. Black clothes. Chains. Spikes. Bad temper. Impatient. Hates shopping.


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