I'm running to cleanse my soul.
"From what? To where?"
At this moment I do not care.
Rain drops beat against my face.
in Abuse Poems
Darkness surrounds her, as she cries,
Blood oozes as she dies...
Bruised and battered a pitiful state
The consequences of her partners anger his hate...
This really hit home for me. I was abused for 4 years. It took me getting my nose broke and cracked my rib. I never wanted to say a thing to anyone about it since he had me convinced he was...