He would always tell me how he loves to express himself in all he does, no matter the fuss, all that he feels, no matter if it is making me so ill, his words are real, they cut so deep within right along with all his sins. He brings me so much pain, and always cast on the blame. He loves expressing his feelings in an evil way, its called playing mind games. But when he is around others he acts as if he is the sweatiest man you could ever meet. But behind closed doors, I have to see the beast, the one that makes my heart bleed. He would abuse God's words, to make me hurt me some more. while he beats me down on the floor and asking me if I needed more. I wish and I prayed we had never met, if anyone could hear all the things he would do or say to me, each and every day, it would have made them think they were going insane. He loves to blame and shame me night and day, he tried so hard to make me lose my faith. This is an evil game he loves to play, making my heart feel all this pain.
-Judy Emery © 1997 The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
