Battle Scars
" Every act of abuse, deepens the misery. Every accepted promise, brings death closer." ~The Poet~
Sleep wont come, nights are never ending.
Beyond all the pain my spirit is descending.
You ripped out my heart. I am an empty vessel.
Devotion for you, and feelings of loathing, wrestle.
Your hateful, bitter words on my soul left a stain.
I showered you with love, you greeted me with pain.
So many questions, my tortured mind is ill at ease.
The man of my dreams now impossible to please.
Toxic thoughts encircle my mind like a plague.
Shell shocked and shattered, my feelings are vague.
I cannot comprehend why you lost all control.
Leaving a void, an abyss I am no longer whole.
Memories are so clouded of that fateful night.
Bewildered why you lashed out, was it all in spite?
Visions of you laughing at me behind those bars.
My broken body lays dormant covered in battle scars.
You took all the love, an abundance I had to give.
They say, there’s nothing they can do, I wont live.
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