"Don't hurt me!"
What did I do to deserve this?
Why do I love you when you do this?
My face hurts from the slap you gave me.
My body stings from marks you gave me.
I thought today would be different.
I thought I could be spared.
But it's clear that you get pleasure from my pain.
I lost more than you could possibly gain.
My self-esteem
Dragged my body across the floor.
Slammed my head against the wall.
Drained the soul out of my body
With blow after blow.
My soul is weak, but what can I do?
I am not even your daughter.
And you are someone I am supposed to look up to.
You were family and I loved you.
This was supposed to be a home,
Yet it feels ice cold.
Probably like your wicked soul
I want to leave, but where will I go?
Hide my bruises with concealer.
I am defeated.
While I watch you beat her,
My pleading falls on deaf ears.
But when the cops get near,
You freeze up with fear.
"You dare speak and I will kill you!"
"Please don't hurt me!"
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The Demon's Feast
PoetryThese are my pieces, some bad experiences in life written. Excuse me for making you cry, that was my intention. I hope these pieces not only make you cry, but help you through the tough times in your life . TW : abuse, sexual harassment, drugs, ment...
