Current Status(5-18-14, 5:00 PM): Confused

Dear Readers/Fans,

Due to lack of internet, I have been unable to post much and review details in posted stories. I am doing my best but please be patient with me.

Raven Wings' Flight

Find me on Wattpad (App for most mobile devices or Wattpad.com) as xxBloodingScarsxx!

Requests,

If you would like me to write you a story, message me the anime and what you want it to be about. I will even write poetry. No Lime, will (begrudgingly {This may be the wrong word but who gives two fucks?}) accept lemon requests. I will message you back if I chose to accept or reject the offer. I may or may not give you a reason for acceptence or rejection. It may be a while before I can actually view your requests but bear with me. I dont have much internect access,

Must I Really Say? Is It Really Nessecary?

To whom it may concern,

I feel like my life is full of fucked up little bitches who dont give a damn about me. My friends have abandoned me, no one texts me, and I havent a single new email that isnt an ad. I chanel my feelings and emotions through my writing. I feel that I'm a lost cause to anyone. No one like a sadist, a satanist, or a morbie emo chick.

Hatred at Heart,

Why do I bother?

Please vote on my new username:

1) Hatred At Heart

2) Killer's Lover

3)Love 'em, Kill 'em

(Please feel free to make suggestions, This list will be edited in the future)

one

Mommy I am only 8 inches long but I have all my organs. I love the sound of your voice. Every time I hear it I wave my arms and legs. The sound of your heart beat is my favorite lullaby.

Month Two

Mommy today I learned how to suck my thumb. If you could see me you could definitely tell that I am a baby. I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though. It is so nice and warm in here.

Month Three

You know what Mommy I'm a boy! I hope that makes you happy. I always want you to be happy. I don't like it when you cry. You sound so sad. It makes me sad too and I cry with you even though you can't hear me.

Month Four

Mommy my hair is starting to grow. It is very short and fine but I will have a lot of it. I spend a lot of my time exercising. I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes and stretch my arms and legs. I am becoming quite good at it too.

Month Five

You went to the doctor today. Mommy, he lied to you. He said that I'm not a baby. I am a baby Mommy, your baby. I think and feel. Mommy, what's abortion?

Month Six

I can hear that doctor again. I don't like him. He seems cold and heartless. Something is intruding my home. The doctor called it a needle. Mommy what is it? It burns! Please make him stop! I can't get away from it! Mommy! HELP me!

Month Seven

Mommy I am okay. I am in Jesus's arms. He is holding me. He told me about abortion. Why didn't you want me Mommy?

Every Abortion Is Just . . .

One more heart that was stopped. Two more eyes that will never see. Two more hands that will never touch. Two more legs that will never run. One more mouth that will never speak.

If you're against abortion, re-post this and if you almost cryed (or did cry)post this in your profile

A poem about Child Abuse

My name is Lucifer

I am three,

My eyes are swollen

I cannot see,

I must be stupid

I must be bad,

What else could have made

My daddy so mad?

I wish I were better

I wish I weren’t ugly,

Then maybe my mommy

Would still want to hug me.

I can’t do a wrong

I can’t speak at all

Or else im locked up

All day long.

When im awake im all alone

The house is dark

My folks aren’t home

When my mommy does come home

I'll try and be nice,

So maybe ill just get

One whipping tonight.

I just heard a car

My daddy is back

From Charlie’s bar.

I hear him curse

My name is called

I press myself

Against the wall

I try to hide

From his evil eyes

I’m so afraid now

I’m starting to cry

He finds me weeping

Calls me ugly words,

He says its my fault

He suffers at work.

He slaps and hits me

And yells at me more,

I finally get free

And run to the door

He’s already locked it

And i start to bawl,

He takes me and throws me

Against the hard wall

I fall to the floor

With my bones nearly broken,

And my daddy continues

With more bad words spoken,

"I’m sorry!", I scream

But its now much to late

His face has been twisted

Into a unimaginable shape

The hurt and the pain

Again and again

O please God, have mercy!

O please let it end!

And he finally stops

And heads for the door

While i lay there motionless

Sprawled on the floor

My name is Lucifer

I am three,

Tonight my daddy

Murdered me

Now i roam the underworld,

to help those in need.

I may seem evil,

but i'm not.

And if you read this

and don’t pass it on

I pray for your forgiveness

Because you would have to be

One heartless person

To not be effected

By this Poem

And because you are effected,

Do something about it!

So all I ask you to do

Is pass this on!

IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE!!

So many are hurt every day and I feel that no one should have to through the pain of the little boy in this poem. Please, post this if you agree. Post to stop Child Abuse. No child should hurt like that.