Broken
Blacks, reds, and blues are the hues left from you. oooh, why did you hurt me so damn
bad? why did i put so much power in you? You hurt me from the inside out. Made me feel
lesser than what i am. Degraded me, shamed me i swear you hated me...But you say that
was love, if that was love i could live without it. Hurt me so bad i felt as if i could no longer
stand!
You took my strength, you took my beauty, you even got your hands on my pride,
everything that made me you used to break me. You used me and abused me physically and
emotionally... You had such a powerful hold on me.
You killed me and brought me back to life just so you could hurt me again... I hated you, but
i hated me more for allowing you to play on my emotions and weakness.
You gave my own personal hell on earth, abused neglected and broken is how you left me.
Copyright © Micheylle Pough-Hunter | Year Posted 2010
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