I sat there as my body burned into a pit of numbness
The pain would decrease with every lash, with every whip
Turning my body stiff as tears slipped
And I stopped trying to take his hands off me
I stopped hopping he would stop hurting me,
Because deep down I know this would never stop
I knew that all the hate and all the threats he made would never stop
I knew I could never hear the end of it
I watched as my body turned blue from the beating and all I could do was bow my head and submit
I wiped the traitorous tears away
Honey pain hurts but it sure fades away.
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Letters to the dead
PoetryA suicidal heartbroken teenager with daddy issues, anxiety, stress and a mild depression. I've got a fucked up head and I've been mentally and physically scared for life. I hope I don't bore you with my sadness. Its hard to be depressed and not hide...
