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The 9TH Day: Introduction

Posted by THE 9TH DAY Posted on: 08/19/07

The 9TH Day: Introduction

 

Lifeless...Broken...Hatred...Brutal...I was afraid of being part of life and even worse miss it. A marriage based on lies, I fell so hard that the blow has left me cold and broken. I hated life for what it did not give me and the man who had taken it from me. I could not be touched, was too empty to see that all I had to do was reach out; I was too scared to act on it. To broken to heal the endless wounds, find a stranger and you'll be safe, find a stranger I'll be safe. A stranger found me.

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I remember the pain, so much pain and the evil that follows torment. The fevered rush that surges through your soul and feeds the hatred it leaves inside you to rot. It keeps you locked in its brutal clutches until you find a release. My screams only made it stronger, my tears only turned it into something else.

"Swallow the pain and let it take you somewhere else."

I want to wake up, I want the light, and I want the life. It hurts so much and yet I feel so little, I feel so far away from everything I knew and loved, they all seem like a dream to me I am unable to have or hold. Surrounded by strangers yet I am so alone, I will never see my family and friends again, I know this now. It is so cold and empty here, I will never love or be loved again, and there is no pity or remorse for the pain they cause. Their eyes relentless and dark; their nails rip my flesh, blows so hard that my bones break. I think I am in hell because I cannot wake up from this, I can feel the blood run down my face, and the cries go unheard. Prayers for which even God does not hear, held in a prison of despair that they will not release me from, held in terror of the known and the unknown. Pain for which there is no release, begging for death from those with no compassion, grief or remorse. Only hatred for a life they never knew, only scorn for the soul they torment and the body they beat and torture.

'I think I'm dying'



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