ABUSE

Sat, 08/27/2016 - 19:14 -- KLANDLA

Abuse

 

Do you like this?

Do you like seeing my suffer.

All the blood and tears you've gave me...

I don't cut for a chuckle or to amuse.

But to show the pain and years of abuse.

I'm always the problem. You always accuse.

You beat me and hit me until I bruise.

But you don't stop there. You continue on.

You apologize and say your sorry.

You help me up and say it was an accident.

I'm putting my foot down, this is the precedent.

I know this is what you wanted.

I know this is what you've intended.

I'm scared of whats next.

I can't read you, you're so demented.

   ~Linus.A.

This poem is about: 
Me

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