Abuse By Boyfriend Poem
I was abused by my first love. Some never expect that it could happen to you until one day it does. And you are stuck wondering what should I do? Should I go to the police, but you can't, …
Published: Mar 2008
A Mending To A Broken Heart
He talks to me.
My heart, it swells
And Begs to be Free.
Does he know what's become of me?
He hits and shoves
I know damn well, that it could hurt more.
I try not to cry and not show the pain
But deep down I know he's winning this 'game'.
To me he's perfect but oh so very vain.
I will never, ever over come this pain.
I'm nothing but a punching bag, to quench his anger's thirst
I grab my arm, and limp off to the nurse.
She asks what's wrong
I lie and say I fell.
Why do I constantly go through with this hell?
These tears are for him, and that I hope he knows.
These emotions, this pain... why must it show?
If I hide it away, I'd be lying to myself.
He's abusive and cruel
And my friends begin to worry
They're afraid that he'll cause the death of me.
It brings me to tears, because I know that they're right.
They say "Step Up!" They tell me to fight!
I tell them the truth "I can't"
It would tear me apart.
So I Walk off to my room, and try to mend my broken heart