Angel with robes of whiteAnd ever so pure at heartYour beauty is givenCompletely free of chargeYes, angels are majesticCompletely worthy of aweThe angel with the most Beauty is the angel GodHolds in his armsNo, God doesn’t love herAny more or any less thanThe rest of his angelsThis one is more uniqueThan the restThis angel’s robes are fullOf holes, tattered and tornFrom all her trials and tribulationsHer halo has lost som...

It was late 2008 and after an argument with her partner over typical relationship issues, in this case finances. She was taken up to the local emergency department by an ambulance, as she had two cuts on her head, blood running down her face and bruises over her body. At the hospital she was admitted through emergency, who contacted the police. She saw a doctor who treated the injuries. The first, a cut above the right ey...

"No turning back," I whisper as the front of the bus comes into view. I wrap my arms around my waist cautiously as I approach, a frown forming on my lips as I see red and blue lights glisten on the side of the bus. "They didn't," I say in disbelief. But sure enough, two police cars are positioned behind the bus with three different officers surrounding the bus. "There she is!" I hear from inside the bus and I hang my head...

Tears running down my face As I place ice on my lip Trying to reduce how much it will swell  As the corner of my right eye starts to bruise, Trying to work out what I did? And also why you think this is okay? Trying to get out of the way, Like I've heard said, so where in different areas doesn't work you block the path Jumping over furniture Whatever it takes. Reporting you to the police does nothing but just makes it wor...

They were quite poor. Mommy had been abandoned by Daddy. Her family did not care to help her, expecting her to make her own way. She did what she had to do. She worked. The children dealt with it. Latchkey kids they call them now. Their clothes and breakfast were set out for them when they got up in the morning. Mommy was gone to work. When they got home they played in the yard or stayed with the lady next door. Mommy got...

Every night I walk into my house He attacks me with his fearless paws And those fierce teeth He scratches my flesh and he barks vulgar words I see wickedness in his eyes When he has done Trampling on my lifeless body He sticks out his tongue to show victory This is rather a weakness I am there Bare Crying Tears flows down my cheeks I rise in my bed He is there too I married an animal My husband behaves Just like a Dog. Ch...

"Then she closed her eyes, found relief in a knife, the blood flows as she cries..." The Way She Feels by Between the Trees. silver blade porcelain skin life fades oh what a state I'm in red blood black hole what person would think this is my goal? knife to wrist empty heart remember when a wound kissed brought together what was apart? childhood teenage years the change between should not cause all these fears but what am...

Scarlett had gotten off early from the diner she worked at as a waitress. She was glad to get off work early to surprise her husband. Things had not been good between them for a while now. Rick had lost his job a year ago and had started drinking again. Drinking wasn’t the only habit that had come back. Three years earlier he had been abusive. He had been so abusive Scarlett had miscarried in her fifth month. She didn’t t...

My name is Amanda Fitzgerald. I lived with my foster parents George and Stacy Smith. What happened to my parents you ask? My mom died giving birth to me and when I was 5 my dad died in a car accident. A drunk driver hit him and he died upon impact. He was an amazing dad. He treated me like I was a princess. George and Stacy have beaten and abused me in every possible way for as long as I can remember. One day I was a prin...

She slowly walks into the dark forest wiping the tears from her eyes. The tree tops filter the moonlight casting an eerie glow through the branches. The brambles from the vines at the base of the trees are ripping at the bottom of her dress. She hears something a few feet away, fear causes her heart to flutter, but she doesn't see anything. She spins around looking for the source of the noise. Stopping, her eyes land on a...

When I was growing up, Laws were just too lenient,  My mom would beat my sisters,  And me, we were convenient,  She'd say "your a loser just like your father,  I'd cry for help,  But no one would bother,  I never had a friend,  It was just too risky,  My mom was just to violent,  Mom please put down the whiskey,  We all have our stories,  This is a small chapter,  Imagine growing up,  With tears instead of laughter.

***Hey guys this is my first story so please be honest with me. Tell me if it sucks (I think it does) or if it's good. But don't act all writer god on me. Also I would like to thank Cal (frogprince) and Gwen(Rebellious_Soul) for giving me the courage to put this story up here.*** SMACK!"DID YOU HEAR ME? I SAID, NO FOOD!" SMACK!I whimper and whisper, "I'm sorry, sir."George grabs me by my hair, drags me upstairs to my room...

Clarissa was an abused housewife. Anyone who saw her could tell that. Not that anyone ever saw her anymore these days. No, her husband, Shelton wouldn’t allow that. He barely ever let her step foot out of the house anymore. He said no one would want to look upon such a pathetic little waste such as her. They used to be a happy couple once. At least she thought they were. They met at the restaurant she used to work at. She...

She lays in bed looking up at the ceiling. Her mind whirls with words said by her "amazing" boyfriend who she's so "perfect" with and the normal events of the day. He was so abusive, verbally and at times physically or sexually. She really just wanted to leave, but what if she never found someone that wanted to be with her again? Of course, being in Psychology, she realizes that that thought is an effect of what he tells...

I rode my white mare past where Mary lived. The trailer-house looked like it had been dropped accidentally in front of a gray barn. She came out to the white dirt road to talk to me. Her two little brothers stood in the yard and stared. I never rode past her house again, even though she was my friend at school. It was too weird. Mary was stringy. She was thin like a white string, and had stringy blonde hair. She was my on...