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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Bleeding into the pool of tears, freshly shed Contusions and bruises circling my head, Hand to my hip, searching for a blade Hopes are dashed, nothing there; I fade Retreating to memories; long forgot Do I wish to live another day or not! Retching out this so called romance Rebuilding my fragile mental stance. Hoping you’ll leave ,close the door Leave me blooded, hugging the floor. Used, degraded, but never beat This will end in your defeat. Violet bruises pinned to each arm Hidden away, dare not raise alarm. Children may listen, but don’t understand Why daddy hits mummy, raises his hand. Watch them crying, do you care? Do you hear them utter a silent prayer? The day is coming, I’ll break your spell Take my children, leave this hell Until that day I’ll suffer all Knowing in the end it’s you who’ll fall So take your pleasure, I’m immune to your pain Bruises may fade, the memories remain. Advances of love make my soul flea You may have my body, my mind is free. Never forget I’m stronger than you Never forget I’ll decide when we’re through You may think you’re the boss; the man But for you I have another plan I’ll bury your future, your past away So enjoy your fun, enjoy the play, Because when you feel the knife at your throat I’ll be the last to sit and gloat You’re blood will be mixing with my tears, Revenge for the all those abusive years.
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