My Little Book Of Poems

You Won't Break Me!

I am holding your hand as we walk down the street
but I might as well be holding the blade off a knife.
I'm sat next to you in the car as you hum to the music
and I hope for a car crash.
I am going to bed facing the wall
because you're face is like a gun and I'm looking down the barrel.

I am lying on the floor, bruising appearing
after you came home drunk.
I am waiting for the day you finally break me,
even though I keep telling myself you won't.
I am hoping one day I'll have the courage to leave you
but I know that it's unlikely.

I am getting dressed in the morning before I go to work
and I'm choosing clothing that will cover most skin.
I am looking in the fridge,
whilst you are asleep.
I am sneaking calories
like a prisoner trying to escape

I am dying inside...
slowing killing myself for you.