My head hung low
In bitter shame.
Such confusion
with me to blame.
Cuts and bruises ,
mark my face.
My mind is gone ,
a different place.
I feel so cold
and all alone.
my spirit broke ,
My pride is gone.
My abuser loved,
no room for hate.
every morning forgotten,
a clean black slate.
There is never a talk,
just screams and fists.
such stonecold words from a loved ones
lips.A child I was
but now grown up.
have not I suffered,
just long enough?
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