The pain I felt those days,
Is unbearable to stand.
You pulled me out of bed
screaming at the top of your lungs,
This was what I deserved.
I didn't get up like you asked
And now I deserved to be
Dragged down stairs because
I was too drugged by your medications
To actually function.
You scream at me as I scream back.
Begging you to stop pulling me by my hair.
I was terrified of your hollering
Every time you reached for me I flinched.
I can't tolerate your delusions to you
Were right in doing what you were doing.
You have RUINED me. You broke ME!
YOU tore apart a beautiful young woman
Destined for great things.
And what do I have left?
A shadow of who I was meant to be.
**This is a very strong memory pulled up by being triggered. I am sorry for being so harsh. As for the picture I am not suicidal but I hope that it gives a little more power to the pain behind this poem.**
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On Broken Wings(Complete)
PoetryI truly want to fully publish this set of poetry one day with some minor changes in the order of the poems. I base this book based off of my second poem On Broken Wings. The poems vary from real life drama I choose to share through poetry to basic...
