empty space

every letter of every word of every sentence he speaks.
its a plastic tale he tells just to keep me around.
those open arms have nothing but hate running through their veins.
those kissing lips hold nothing but lies.
he sees the pain. but does he know it?
were my insides not screaming loud enough for him to hear?
was he ignoring my salty raw cheeks from the tears i had been crying all my life?
two steps forward, three steps back.
it seems to be the way my life works.
no matter how fast i run im going nowhere. its the fuckin treadmill of life.
he knows i want out. he knows i dont belong. its killing me slowly.
this life is tearing at my flesh. his ‘evol’ is like salt in my wounds.
day in and day out its a constant war…each battle not won or lost.
constantly being reminded of the slut thats within me that he so deviously created and plays on.
infinitely being told i am worthless, but in the presence of others he twists his words to a masterpiece of obvious tales to those who have heard them before.
too ignorant to see his own mistake.
nobody but those who dont know believe his accusations of me.
am i just another unfulfilled body in his life? shameful and useless to him?
i cant take the bruises anymore. my soul is withering.
one more day in this prison and ill die of heartbreak.

what girl does not deserve a loving father? why couldn’t i have mine?
he was brainwashed by Satan herself…
breaking bending and winding his mind around her finger.
painfully on his hands and knees for the bitch.
every word from her lips stabs me in the chest for i know it will only make him hate me that much more.
the life that i lived was worse than any death i could imagine.
nowhere to go. nowhere to run to. nobody to talk to that would understand.
ive never felt such a pain in my unbeating-heart before.

its a sad day in the world when a child feels it cannot go anywhere to feel love again

but the past is now behind me. occasionally and painfully breaching the surface…
ive lost all that i ever wanted and never had.
undecided if i want to try to mend the torn stitching…
what would he do if he saw me again?
what would i do if he didnt want me still…

empty space

Kathryn Kendall

Norfolk, United States

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Artist's Description

this is something i wrote one morning after a bad dream. i dont recall even writing it but my mother says that i came running full speed down the stairs, shoved her off the computer where she happened to be writing a college essay and in the middle of HER work i just started typing and when i finally “woke up” because i was doing all of this with my eyes closed, she read it and started crying. its the only written piece ive ever really been proud of and i cant even remember writing it.

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