To Write a Book
I wish this didn't hurt so bad,
Reliving these memories make me sad.
You were cold and unleashed your abuse,
And my mother helped with your excuse.
You had her wrapped like a glove,
you didn't deserve her love.
For you she turned her back on me,
That's what you wanted and she couldn't
see.
You got everything you wanted,
Even in my dreams I am haunted.
All the raping and beatings I took,
Is this what I had to go though to write a
book?
Everything you put me through was brutal,
And now therapy is very crucial.
I can't dream or sleep because of you,
Everything you did I remember and every
bit of it is true.
You claim to be a man,
But as a child I had to try and dodge your
plan.
When my husband touches me,
My skin burns and I want to turn and flee.
Are you happy with what you have done,
You taught me to hate men and run.
You didn't care if you were sober or high,
Escaping you is what I did try.
I had no one to stand beside me,
And just to live a life I had to pay a fee.
I hate you for everything you have done,
I lived a life of abuse which was no fun.
For everything you did you know you were
wrong,
But that's okay one day I will be strong!
Copyright © Angela Nowell | Year Posted 2011
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