the corner
its so hard and my brain wont shut up its just so loud i want it to stop its screaming theres so much screaming and crying and it wont stop i need it to stop i dont know what to do i cant think anymore and it hurts it hurts so bad i need it to stop theres a picture in my head theres a little girl and shes sitting in the corner of the room its really dark shes curled up in the corner with her eyes shut tight trying to stop from seeing whats going to happen and her hands covering her ears she doesnt want to be there anymore and shes trying to make it invisible to make herself invisible but its not working and she tries to pretend shes somwhere far far away somewhere where its not so cold and dark and scary but it doesnt work because no matter how tight she shuts her eyes he still comes and no matter how much shes covers her ears she still hears him coming and hears herself crying and screaming for it to stop but she does pretend for a little while but then the hurt comes and it hurts so bad that she thinks maybe shes dying and she thinks maybe its the end but its not and even though dying does seem kind of sad and scary its not as bad as what shes living and so when she sees that shes not going to die it makes her kind of sad she doesnt know what else to do so she just curls up tighter in her little corner and hopes and prays for an end to come
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That is some very poetic writing. I get a clear image of what you are saying.
I just wish i knew where it came from, or who wrote it
this is the saddest thing