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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Emotional · #2121369
Abuse is wrong. I may be expected to forgive, but never expect me to forget. Ever!
Broken
By Maria Sharon Moemise

For every word I spake he criticized and mocked
I learnt a new one to prove that I rocked
For every blow that he struck across my face
I felt worthless and got thrown in a dark place

With every step I took to move toward the light
I had my legs kicked from under me so I don't take flight
Every drop of tear I spilled in pain rocked me to the core
while he pushed me, mocked me and broke me some more

I crawled into my dark world where I dreamt of light
I dreamt of surrendering to sounds and sights of night
Yearning to just give in to the constant drumming in my head,
where his fists pounded endlessly, leaving only dark dread.

I took what I thought was an easy way out
the empty pill bottle, alcohol and me floating on a cloud
of misery, hopelessness and lots of self hate
for the pathetic life I held onto merely through fate.
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