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Abused

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Genre: Poetry

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Status: Finished

Genre: Poetry

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I'm not going to get into detail about this one....but it's to help me heal...
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I'm not going to get into detail about this one....but it's to help me heal...

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Submitted: August 07, 2007

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Submitted: August 07, 2007

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I'm sitting here crying,
bruises on my face,
no sense in trying,
to leave this place.

You'd find me later,
to even the score,
you're my dictator,
to you, I'm just a whore.

Do you feel better now?
After you scream and shout,
and I've got a swollen brow,
why did it go this route?

If you call this love,
I don't want no more.
I'm sick of the push and shove,
and my body, hitting the floor.

Only one eye can see straight,
my jaw just aches,
this is what you create,
I hurt from your mistakes.

Your fists are your release,
the blood on my face,
I only wish for peace,
to not live in disgrace.

My soul is broken,
I cannot speak,
My words left unspoken,
I am too weak.

 


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