Abused

by Jeanette Palomo   Mar 26, 2011


The blood, because you abused The tears, because you abused The screaming, becaue you abused The memories, because you abused I was happy, until you abused I was cutless, until you abused I was strong until the day it all fell apart I had dreams of hope and I had a future.
I go to bed, I hear your voice I go to bed i hear your foot steps I hide the pain I hide the bruises some cuts are fresh others are to old to tell a story.I fear because im all alone I fear because you tore my heart out and it hasn't been returned If i could turn back the clock If it was in my power I would of said ''NO''I would of back down I wouldn't have never let you hurt me. Now because of you I have scars in my heart Now because of you I have the fire of hell and fear burning in my eyes.
Every minute that has past has made me want to shed your blood more and more. And that knife is yelling at me is crying my name And that gun has my name written all over it.For once I want to live not to fear the unexpected But I can't it's much to late Every minute of hate becomes regret I rather hurt myself to death then to do onto you The cuts, the fears, the memories The nights of sleepless anger And the love of bleeding pain.

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