When I was young, my Dad would hit us a lot, even in just small things.
And if anyone would ask me, if it hurt?
I'd say, I got used to it, as time goes by.
He used to say all the time that he'd only hit us, because he loved us.
I used to believe in those words.
I stayed in relationships where I would let men hit me, lie to me, manipulate me, and guilt trip me
into doing things he wanted.
Until, I learned to defend myself from them
youger girls than me thinks I got it all figured out.
younger girls, thought I do not let myself vulnerable.
I wish they knew how hard it was.
How hard I try to not let them see
I wish they knew how hard I try to prevent them from seeing the weak girl I really was.
YOU ARE READING
Every part of me
PoetryStarting is one of my most struggle when writing this book. I have been trying to finish this for years now but hasn't had the energy to do so. To my readers, meet my soul, I poured my heart into this and I hope you enjoy getting to know me. This is...
