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Chapter 1 - Not Hurting Anymore

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.

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

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