I originally wrote this poem at the age of 15 due to childhood experiences.

This is the story I tell.
Why must I live in hell?
Why do I choose this place to dwell?
I can not take the screams and yells.
But everyone creates their own hell.

Love is so blind. 
I wish I could turn back the hands of time.
I can't stand hearing the constant chime,
Of the owl screeching soon it will be your time.

But soon everything will be mine.
I will get my revenge on the people who equal nine.
My crackhead parents have screwed up my life,
But no longer can I hold them under my knife.

For I only have myself to blame.
Anyone can change their path in life,
No one has to stay the same.

My Story

I wrote this poem while in an emotionally, physically, and mentally abusive relationship. 

He always has to be so angry.
It makes me think that he's just crazy.
It scares me when he gets like that.
He likes to yell and call me fat.
I never thought things would get this bad.
They say a head injury is why he's always mad.

The good times we share seem to go by in a blur
And once again we start to bicker.

Late at night the neighbors hear us screaming.
Sooner or later it will be the law that does the deeming.
He chokes me until I am no longer breathing.
I always wake up seething;

Seething mad just like him,
I'm just the same as he. 
I wish everyone would just let us be.

We make up in the darkness of night.
Between the sheets and God it feels so right.
Amidst the shadows our bodies twine,
His essence tastes like sweet red wine.
But now i'm in a bind.
His life is gone and so is mine.

The Darkest Side Of Love

I wrote this poem while I was quite intoxicated, and although I no longer feel this way, I wanted to share it with everyone. Poetry is apart of me, now and forever, it always will be. And I usually write when I am very emotional.

Always wandering always searching
I can't be satisfied.
What is wrong with me?
Why can't I just let myself be?
Wish I were someone else anyone else.
I can't be satisfied.

I'm never happy and i'm always wrong.
I should just end it now.
But I can't for I am nothing but a coward.
Whatever happened to those happy blissful days of joy?
Actually I don't remember having any except when I gave birth to my boy.
But now he is gone too ripped away from me like everything else I have ever loved.

I thought there was a higher power up above.
Someone to make things right when they are wrong.
To help you through the struggles and the pain,
The worries and the fears,
The torment and the tears.
I guess I was wrong.

So I will just sit here in my drunken stupor.
I never thought I would turn out to be such a loser.
I am all alone.
My pain is my own. 
I wish I had just one friend in this messed up world to call my own.
But I am all alone.
I am never satisfied.

Alone

Everyday I live I take away my own life.
Everyday I live I pick up and put down the knife.
Once he said he wanted to make me his wife.
Not now though for it will only cause marital strife.

Can someone please tell me where my life went so wrong?
I use to be so strong.
No more in this world do I feel I belong.
Everyday that my life goes on,
My death is just being prolonged.

In my mind I hear the sound of a gong.
Soon after it is followed by my death song.
Now I say to you I must be gone.
For if I stay I will only be dragging you along.
Along with me.
Headstrong.
Into my deathsong.

Sheryl Noriene Bishop