Crazy Ragdoll
Look at what you've done?!
You broke me!
Does this feel better now, do I need further torture for YOUR amusement?
I didn't come here as a rag doll for you to fuck.
I didn't come here with wide eyed dreams, but a little respect wouldn't be too much trouble.
No? Fine, fuck me over again, just the way you like it.
Why should I leave when I have such a lovely home...I mean, I have your lovely home.
I'm sorry, is that pan not strong enough for you to hit me with?
Well, that boiling pot of oil will do fine if you want to hurt me again...I mean help me again.
Oh, of course, it will leave me scarred and that would be such a shame.
How else can you fuck and rape me every night if I have such a retched face.
It wouldn't help either of us if this doesn't work out...but that will never happen.
I'll always be here.
Waiting for the next unexpected surprise you spring upon me.
The next time I look at you with these soulless eyes.
The next time I have done you wrong.
Yes that finger is broken.
Don't you remember?
You broke it last week, but it wasn't your fault.
You slipped on the kitchen floor I was mopping.
I should have said something before you came in.
My mistake.
And see, I won't forget to do that ever again now will I...?
Oh no!
I shouldn't have started crying, especially in front of the children.
They won't understand what we have.
They will one day.
Just like I learnt.
You love me, that's why you help me.
You care for me.
You look after me.
Why can't anybody understand that?
Yes, it's just you and me.
It always will be.
Your blood looks thicker than I thought it would.
Blacker even.
Is that the evil that I should cleanse you of?
Will everything be better after I cut you up?
Why do you scream?
I'm helping you!
Just like you would help me.
Yes, I know this is different.
But the situation is different.
I never fucked that girl. You did.
And now I'm helping you.
Yes, this is helping, just like you would help me.
Don't worry.
I know the children shouldn't be here.
Remember, they're with my sister.
Now stop begging and screaming.
You know that won't stop me.
It never stopped you from helping me.
I have to show you the error of your ways, just like you showed me.
Well, if you do die then at least no one else will do something like this again.
Are you laughing or crying?
Oh, you'll heal up.
I always have.
You've always said you were stronger than me.
We'll just see how strong you are now.
You broke me!
Does this feel better now, do I need further torture for YOUR amusement?
I didn't come here as a rag doll for you to fuck.
I didn't come here with wide eyed dreams, but a little respect wouldn't be too much trouble.
No? Fine, fuck me over again, just the way you like it.
Why should I leave when I have such a lovely home...I mean, I have your lovely home.
I'm sorry, is that pan not strong enough for you to hit me with?
Well, that boiling pot of oil will do fine if you want to hurt me again...I mean help me again.
Oh, of course, it will leave me scarred and that would be such a shame.
How else can you fuck and rape me every night if I have such a retched face.
It wouldn't help either of us if this doesn't work out...but that will never happen.
I'll always be here.
Waiting for the next unexpected surprise you spring upon me.
The next time I look at you with these soulless eyes.
The next time I have done you wrong.
Yes that finger is broken.
Don't you remember?
You broke it last week, but it wasn't your fault.
You slipped on the kitchen floor I was mopping.
I should have said something before you came in.
My mistake.
And see, I won't forget to do that ever again now will I...?
Oh no!
I shouldn't have started crying, especially in front of the children.
They won't understand what we have.
They will one day.
Just like I learnt.
You love me, that's why you help me.
You care for me.
You look after me.
Why can't anybody understand that?
Yes, it's just you and me.
It always will be.
Your blood looks thicker than I thought it would.
Blacker even.
Is that the evil that I should cleanse you of?
Will everything be better after I cut you up?
Why do you scream?
I'm helping you!
Just like you would help me.
Yes, I know this is different.
But the situation is different.
I never fucked that girl. You did.
And now I'm helping you.
Yes, this is helping, just like you would help me.
Don't worry.
I know the children shouldn't be here.
Remember, they're with my sister.
Now stop begging and screaming.
You know that won't stop me.
It never stopped you from helping me.
I have to show you the error of your ways, just like you showed me.
Well, if you do die then at least no one else will do something like this again.
Are you laughing or crying?
Oh, you'll heal up.
I always have.
You've always said you were stronger than me.
We'll just see how strong you are now.
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My earliest memory is when I was around 2 years old, my brother, who is one year younger than me was in the backseat of the car and was in a car seat, and I was looking forward after picking on him a little. My Father was shouting at my Mother, not sure what, but all of a sudden he started to punch her violently. I say violently now, but at that moment in time I felt nothing. This situation seemed like a normal thing. I didn't feel any animosity for my Father or any pity for my Mother. Anyway, thinking about it I came up with this little poem. Enjoy