http://slow.writerscafe.org/hannah_marsh The original writings of author hannah_marsh en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776147377 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I hold the pillow, I scream in the pillow, my tears drentch the pillow because its not youWhen I heard the news of you going away I didnt know what to do I didnt know what to sayThe day was young the sun was bright but when i heard the news it seemed like mid-nightI ra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannah_marsh/461895/ i know the words i want to say but they will not come outi scream them in my head over and over again but it remains the samewhat is the deal so many emotions running through my veinsi just want to cut them and let them drainlike seeing the red on the bathroom floorwill put my mind at ease.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannah_marsh/461894/ The floor is crumbling beneath my feetthe ceiling is crashing down on mewhere to go from here i do not knowi'am caught in the painful undertowthis life was not meant to be for meall i have is miseryi think of you as i inflict my painas the rasior digs deeper into the veinthe blood fl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannah_marsh/454693/ A abuser gets owned http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannah_marsh/403373/ sorry so long but its my life story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannah_marsh/403144/  Lost soulSitting in a corner all aloneCuts on his wrist the scars not shownClothed in black bathes in sinHate and sadness filled within Why did he turn out this way?Too many reasons all the hate, all the painHis mom does meth, and his dad on crackSome things he wish he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannah_marsh/403143/ very funny hopefully no one takes offence to it http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannah_marsh/403142/  Head Lights In the Rear View Mirror As the headlights appear closerIn the rear view mirror“They are chasing me!”The thought seems clearer. They are closing in really quickMoments ago they were nowhere in sightNow they can hit my carAnd that they migh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannah_marsh/403141/  Fix  Tip toe through the daisies Don’t make a soundBe quiet as a tortoise Don’t wake the hound Don’t make a sound The owners are homeDon’t wake the houndYou will be found The owners are homeYou really need the stuffYou will b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannah_marsh/403140/  Epilepsy  Scared lost, lonely meEpilepsy dancing, no controlWhat’s happening, where am I?Lost in the darkness, afraid Epilepsy dancing no controlFriends who careLost in the darknessEnemies that don’t Friends who careWhen I fall down.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannah_marsh/403139/  A Frogs Story  Once upon a time in a far away landStood a princess with a frog in handShe heard that if she kissed a toad upon his head A Prince would appear and take her handSo she kissed it like two song birds would kissShe kissed and kissed and he would not .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannah_marsh/403137/  The Hole  Letting my mind wonderInto a unseen spotWhere nothing existsNot even a heart Where things meant to beLike a blanket so warm and full of lifeOnly a dark hole is left Where someone ripped it out. Sitting and thinking About the way things should beB.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannah_marsh/403135/  Not a Chance Cruel, unfairWhy do they do this to me?I’m only a babyDon’t take me away Why do this to meNothing have I done to youDon’t take me awayLeave me be Nothing have I done to youWhy murder meLeave me beThe world is so unfa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannah_marsh/403133/  Carrollton’s Personal Jesus  I walked around town clothed fully in fake animal fur and dark sunglassesI was mocked because, my beard rested on my chestThey called me Jesus.I guess because, I looked like him But do they really know what Jesus looked like? Not rea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannah_marsh/403131/ I need the stuff i need it now, a glass of water wash it down It slides down my throat a familiar taste, in a few minutes I' ll be in the placeI love so dearly but yet i hate,  its a place so familar I need to escape Ive done it time and time before, I've died several .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannah_marsh/402809/ I'am caught in the undertow of life...tossed and turned and just as i think im about to drown i float up to the surface just to gasp for a single breath of air...its a teast...the air..its taunting me its saying dont you wish you had more o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannah_marsh/402794/ she stands alonewith no one to hold her handshe stands aloneno place to landshe stands alonewhen she is at the bottomshe stands alone without a bothershe stands alone on her journey to the topshe is joined by so manywhen she makes it therewhen she is joinedshe told them she d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannah_marsh/402793/