He relieves his frustratiion and anger by beating the hell out of me he says it makes him feel better but he's blind and cannot see that other people notice every scratch, bruise, and cut other people can hear him when he calls me a little slut I used to be a loved one his little darling at birth but every time he does it I wonder how much I'm worth At times I know I deserve it but others there's just no reason I try so hard to make him proud but I've learned there's just no pleasing I wish someday I'll be brave enough to tell him that its wrong I wish someday I'll be brave enough to prove I'm just as strong running away; suicide its all been thought about the conclusion that I've come to is that somehow I've got to get out I need a way to tell him that I can't deal with all the pain I need a way to tell him that my tears, they fall like rain I need a way to solve it to make this suffering end I need a way to fix it to help my broken heart mend Time has been no help to me it's only made it worse maybe later it will end but inside it will forever hurt
Reason for writing:
None given
Birth sign: Not entered
You need to log in to edit this poem if it is yours.
View more poems by Susan Honkowicz.