Bleeding around the edges,
Not able to suffer.
Suck it up you say,
Things could be rougher.
Treat me brutally,
Hold back my tears.
Easily abuse me,
You're the worst of my fears.
Beat me with your sick methods,
Choke back my screams.
Watery eyes and parched cheeks,
Invisibly run down my face in streams.
You aren't letting up,
But I'm not giving in.
No one seeing what you're doing,
Shouldn't this be a sin?
It doesn't matter what you do,
I tell myself to stay strong.
These bruises give me hope,
Because good always trumps wrong.
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Silent Tenacity
PoetryWe hide from things in our closets. We sometimes find monsters hiding in our closets. It's easy to give up and leave that door shut. It's hard to keep going and let that door open. No one ever got anywhere by quitting. Open the door for your first...
