The waves rolling and crashing against the shore
some how hit me harder than you ever did
Or at least it hurt more than all the times you slammed the door
Or at least it made me cry more than when you screamed at me
Or at least more pain is felt now then when I knew you were getting trashed
Or at least more than the bruises across my skin from all the empty bottles you threw at me
Or at least more than all the times you slapped me and told me I was worthless
Or at least more than all the times you made me feel dirty and humiliated
Or at least more than the pain in my bones after sleeping on my closet floor
Or at least more than the skin that you burned everytime you decided to put out your cigarette on my back
But that doesn't make sense really
maybe it just hurts because now that I'm free
I have no one there for me
YOU ARE READING
Basically Poetry
PoetryWhy base your HAPPINESS On something that is potentially TEMPORARY That is like agreeing to DROWN When you know how to SWIM
