Sometimes I just want answers,
So many questions unsaid;
But I don't ever ask questions,
Because I know I'll just be misled.
Why was I not good enough?
Why'd you put your hands on me?
I remember all the bruises,
And the times you made me bleed.
Why was I a burden?
Why'd you treat me like a slave?
Only cleaning up the house,
Making sure I behave.
Why was I not worthy,
Of your full honesty?
You went to other women,
Never once thinking about me.
Why did I stay,
When I knew that I should leave?
I put up with everything;
Now it's time for me to grieve.
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The Sound of Silence
PoetryThis is my second book of poetry. If you've read the first one, you know that these poems are meant to draw out feelings and thoughts. It is not a fairytale, and not every poem will make you happy. Some will make you cry. Some will make you laugh. S...
