Sorrow

i sit here alone in my sorrow. For until now I did not realize the pain that I had been put through. I was abused and battered from the man that I thought loved me. How could I allow myself to be put through that pain? Hiding marks upon my body, so others did not see them. I am ashamed of the pain I allowed myself to be put through. The look in his eyes as he laid his hands on me, as if he had no remorse that I was carrying his unborn child. Scars left upon my body, from a no good, relationship. For some reason I thought it was okay to be hit. I felt like I was being punished for things I had done in the past. It took me to be tossed to the curb by him to realize I did not need to be hit to know that I was worthy. I sit in sorrow, for myself and pray that God will show me I am worthy of love without abuse.