I write from my heart and from life experiences. I have a disabled son who was not expected to make it. Some are about him, some about a abusive situation I was in, some just love.
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Bruised, battered and broken. No words need spoken. You said you loved me. You said you wanted and desired me. A verbal, physical, emotional, sexual, Punching bag is what you turned me into. Telling me all the things I was forbidden to do.
How can you not see that it only created pain. When I cried out begging and pleading it was all only in vain. Reports made go no where, For the victims how incredibly unfair.
I longed for the day I'd be free. The memories remain, that I did not foresee. The hurt cuts to my very soul. The innocence of my body and mind you stole.
You may go on with your life without a care. I live my life with horrific memories, how is that fair? I thought I could walk my life with head held high. Only I learned it's best not to cry.
One punch, two punch, three punch I hit the floor. Not daring to protest, cry out to stop or there will be more. This is not the way it's supposed to be. Do I really deserve what's happened to me?
Even when you escape they look for you to continue their deadly, demented game When it's all over you will not be the same. Unless you find the courage, strength, and determination to run away. What you endure will never end and you'll be there to stay.
Stay and die inside and out. Leave and live in fear and doubt Memories and feelings you can not sever. There is no way to make a clean break free so you're here to stay forever.
