http://slow.writerscafe.org/lucyjane16 The original writings of author Lucy en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776013881 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 This isn't exactly a story. It's more of how I feel on things that go on around me that affect me. Like when boys look up VS models and porn stars. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lucyjane16/764793/ ever since a got sexually abused http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lucyjane16/764039/ Poof!I'm gone.All the hateAll theloneliness.Poof!I'm gone.My soulretiredfrom mePoof!I'm goneNeverto be seenagain http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lucyjane16/762754/ I'm just a sinnerNever knownAny other lifeI'll keep onSinningUntil the endOf timeI'm just a sinnerI'll never changeI'll keep onSinningUntil the endOf time http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lucyjane16/752138/ A long poem about my experience with abuse a few years ago. Sure it doesn't flow. But does it have to? Yes this poem is real and it is true. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lucyjane16/750899/ I swear I'll be fine Oh mommy Please believe me You know I'd Never Lie. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lucyjane16/750896/ I'm just a kid! I don't know how to do this on my own~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lucyjane16/750783/ Give me a wordIll write you a lineGive me a lineIll write you a songGive me a songIll be sure to sing aloneBut give me your heartIll tear it apart.HeartbreakerThat's whatNot to be trustedStay awayThey saySexual demonas wellBut that'snot what I want.I want to fallIn love againI want to be meWHORE!you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lucyjane16/748417/ About my personality. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lucyjane16/748415/ It's a fine lineRain poursCouples danceIt's a fine lineGoing nowhereGoing fastIt's a fine lineLiving lifeDying slowlyLife and deathIt's a fine lineNo one knowsOh it's thereUnspokenUnheard of http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lucyjane16/747470/ Who gives a s**t if it flows. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lucyjane16/696406/ I'm alone in this world of hateWalking these halls day by dayI act as though nothing's wrongBut inside I'm dying.I'm alone in this world of hateWalking the halls day by dayHiding the depression that is consuming me.But inside I'm crying.I'm alone in this world of hateWalking these halls day by daySm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lucyjane16/696013/ Who am I?I am the girl in the hallsWho you only see in the rain.I am in the wallsof your smart a*s brain.I am in your nightmaresI am the one to haunt your dreamsBut when you scream no one cares.When you see me all you can do is scream.I am a girlI am not a toyI am a humanYou cannot destroyI will liv.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lucyjane16/694656/ Wake me upWhen the seasons die.Wake me upWhen your tongue's not tiedWake me upWhen my nightmares overWake me upWith a bright green cloverWake me upWith a huge smileBecause it's been a while. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lucyjane16/691805/ Depression has taken over my life. Blood filled tears are symbolic of that. I always have my earbuds in to forget the pain. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lucyjane16/691227/ I know this has emotions. That is how I write http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lucyjane16/690598/ The loudness of silence comes when all stands still when the world is sleeping when humans are dreaming. The loudness of silence is when it is too quiet. it is when all sounds are off that it is at its high http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lucyjane16/689711/ The worst part of sleeping is dreaming. The worst part of dreaming is knowing that you have to wake up. The worst part of waking up is knowing you have to go through another day. The worst part of going through another day is dealing with people. The worst par.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lucyjane16/689709/ On this rainy monday I sit and stare out the window. The rain pours down and I doze off into a deep sleep. I dream that the rain is gone. I dream of the flowers blooming. I dream of you. Of your face. Your eyes, Beautiful and unique. The eyes that we.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lucyjane16/689703/ A poem I wrote for the man who sexually and physically abused me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lucyjane16/689700/ The look she gets as she walks down the streets. They love her She's beautiful, Charming. I wish i was her. Walking with such grace, Beautiful. Boys would give me Adoring looks Love and Kindness That they give her. My idol, But I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lucyjane16/689696/ I ramble on, Looking For the right words to say. To make you think I can write poetry. I ramble on Hoping that it sounds okay. So that you will Read it and like it. I ramble on Waiting till the day That my parents will be proud And nothing .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lucyjane16/689695/ I bleed out my pain, I bleed out my sorrow. I bleed out my love. I bleed out my faith. I bleed out my soul. I bleed out and I die. I'm happy now, Because I'm not alive. I don't have to face Another lonely day.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lucyjane16/689693/ As I lay here, knife in hand, I wait for the courage to strike. The courage comes and I cut. Deeper and deeper, the blood comes pouring out. Dripping down my arm. I sit and wait for the moment, when all stands still. As I wait I think of you. I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lucyjane16/689689/ Another sad poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lucyjane16/689645/ I write what goes on in my head at the moment. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lucyjane16/689577/