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Warning: This poem focuses on a psychological disorder and may be considered dark.
The pain caused by another.
A psychological change.
The consequences given has no range.
I don't like shaking when I see.
This disgusting blackness inside of me.

Consequences

Warning: This poem focuses on a psychological disorder and may be considered dark. Viewer discretion is advised.

Definition of the psychological disorder my poem will be focusing on

I sit on a bench

Feel the wind on my face

Watching all the children laugh and chase

They're happy I realize

and I smile too

Happy they aren't feeling the pain I went through

Happy that they're innocent

And laughing still

Delighted at the fact that they couldn’t feel the chills

"MUM!!!!"

"MUM!!!!" I hear a voice laugh out

"MUM!!!!" I hear a voice laugh out And I turn my head to see a little girl flailing all about

She giggles and giggles

She giggles and giggles Face filled with joy

She giggles and giggles Face filled with joy Nothing like darkness I feel stuck in this void.

"MUM!!!"

"MUM!!!" She cries out again

"MUM!!!" She cries out again So I decide to turn my head towards her mother then

In her hands was a bowl full of green

In her hands was a bowl full of green One of the most horrific sights I ever had seen

In her hands was a bowl full of green One of the most horrific sights I ever had seen The ache starts in my stomach and then travels up

In her hands was a bowl full of green One of the most horrific sights I ever had seen The ache starts in my stomach and then travels up All because of the Jell-o I saw in that cup

I watch the kid screech in utter delight

I watch the kid screech in utter delight Not aware that the person metres away was struggling to win a fight

I fall to my knees and the memory rushes in

I fall to my knees and the memory rushes in Trying to stop myself from scratching at my skin

"Mum?!" I hear myself ask slightly.

"Mum?!" I hear myself ask slightly. The slap that resonates make my teeth clench tightly

"What do you want?" She hisses with a sneer

"What do you want?" She hisses with a sneer Gripping in her hand a cup of ice cold beer

"Didn't I tell to never call me that!?"

"Didn't I tell to never call me that!?" She slaps me again and my small smile falls flat.

I look past her form, shaking slightly in terror

I look past her form, shaking slightly in terror My stomach growls in hunger yet abuse was my wearer

"I'm hungry." My voice wavers with her hatred

"I'm hungry." My voice wavers with her hatred Staring at this person to whom I was related

"I don't care. Go ahead and starve."

"I don't care. Go ahead and starve." My heart clenches and I feel her knife inwards carve

"Why can't I call you mum?"

"Why can't I call you mum?" My whimpers were like shouts

"Why can't I call you mum?" My whimpers were like shouts Quieting the room like some sort of blackout.

"Why can't I call you mum?”

ISN’T

THAT

WHAT

YOU

ARE?!

"WHY DO YOU HATE ME!!!"

My tears explode in a scream

My tears explode in a scream She watches me silently her eyes wearing a cold gleam.

She looks behind me and then her face lights up

She looks behind me and then her face lights up "My darling girl!!" Her delight cries

She looks behind me and then her face lights up "My darling girl!!" Her delight cries "My favourite is up!!"

My little sister is behind

My little sister is behind Having just woken up

My little sister is behind Having just woken up Yet she remains blind to this huge blowup

"My darling little girl. Come! Come!!"

"My darling little girl. Come! Come!!" "I made you some yummy jell-o to eat!!"

"My darling little girl. Come! Come!!" "I made you some yummy jell-o to eat!!" My body goes numb

She hugs her favourite kid

She hugs her favourite kid and I watch

She hugs her favourite kid and I watch as a mother kills her own daughter

She hugs her favourite kid and I watch as a mother kills her own daughter with something much worse than slaughter

The cries retreat from my throat

The cries retreat from my throat feral and animalistic

I feel myself fall and I vomit at the smell

That awful jell-o was making my heart dwell

My chest was tightening

My chest was tightening My lungs felt weak

My chest was tightening My lungs felt weak I try to crawl towards air

Because

I

COULDN'T

BREATHE

I was heaving for oxygen

I was heaving for oxygen Panting and sweating

I was heaving for oxygen Panting and sweating Cursing myself for this reaction I was having

"MUM!! THAT WOMAN IS CRYING!!!"

I hear the girl wail

The screams and shouts that arise were louder than any scale

My eyes were fluttering against the faint

The pain was stabbing through my walls of constraint

"MUM! MUM!!!" I hear people start to run

"Is she dying?" The girl asks

"DON'T LET HER DIE MUM!!"

The sirens wail out and they deafen my senses

Cursing my mother's actions and their caused consequences.

𝒜 𝒫𝑜𝑒𝓂 𝒷𝓎: 𝒮𝒶𝓇𝒶 𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓃𝑒𝓈

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