Chapter 1 - Not Hurting Anymore
Submitted July 14, 2008 Updated July 14, 2008 Status Complete | I had been reading stories of abuse. Abuse in relationships, families, and even child abuse. It really got me thinking and I wrote a poem hoping to reach out to thers; to inform some and to maybe even help one.
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Chapter 1 - Not Hurting Anymore
Chapter 1 - Not Hurting Anymore
I miss you, Baby;
Who I thought you were.
The angry face;
I know not it's not your's.
What happened to happiness?
Because, Love, my bruises and cuts won't rest.
A broken heart and a broken bone.
All because I was on the phone.
No, I wasn't talking to my ex.
No, I haven't packed my bags.
No, I haven't thought of leaving.
Yes, I'm sorry.
I see you're mad and I'm still so sorry.
I thought I could help.
You've got me tied up in the closet
And won't let me out.
I'm knocked out.
Are you happy?
I just want to see you smile.
You know I hurt and that I'll be unconscious for awhile.
You said you loved me,
That I was your only.
Baby, I was so stupid.
But it's all too late.
Fresh, bright slashes across my stomach.
Screams are muffled by tears at glance.
You lie.
I should have left when I had the chance.
Laying here, on the cold tile floor.
I heard you run right out the door.
Baby, there's a sharp ping in my head.
There is paint gushing out; the paint is red.
I don't know what happened;
But I don't feel the pain.
The stinging, the hurting.
I won't feel again.
I see my cold body laying on the cold tile floor.
Baby, you never did walk back through that door.
And looking at my head, a knife is there.
Baby, life isn't at all fair.
I know I'm am okay now.
I'm not so cold.
You killed me;
Or so I'm told.
STOP ABUSE
http://www.safe4all.org/
http://www.leaveoutviolence-us.org
Who I thought you were.
The angry face;
I know not it's not your's.
What happened to happiness?
Because, Love, my bruises and cuts won't rest.
A broken heart and a broken bone.
All because I was on the phone.
No, I wasn't talking to my ex.
No, I haven't packed my bags.
No, I haven't thought of leaving.
Yes, I'm sorry.
I see you're mad and I'm still so sorry.
I thought I could help.
You've got me tied up in the closet
And won't let me out.
I'm knocked out.
Are you happy?
I just want to see you smile.
You know I hurt and that I'll be unconscious for awhile.
You said you loved me,
That I was your only.
Baby, I was so stupid.
But it's all too late.
Fresh, bright slashes across my stomach.
Screams are muffled by tears at glance.
You lie.
I should have left when I had the chance.
Laying here, on the cold tile floor.
I heard you run right out the door.
Baby, there's a sharp ping in my head.
There is paint gushing out; the paint is red.
I don't know what happened;
But I don't feel the pain.
The stinging, the hurting.
I won't feel again.
I see my cold body laying on the cold tile floor.
Baby, you never did walk back through that door.
And looking at my head, a knife is there.
Baby, life isn't at all fair.
I know I'm am okay now.
I'm not so cold.
You killed me;
Or so I'm told.
STOP ABUSE
http://www.safe4all.org/
http://www.leaveoutviolence-us.org
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