From love to hate my body you'll 'bate', <br />my mind you've taken control, take my body not my soul, <br />from an idea to a hunch soon turned to a push then a punch, <br />my hurt and pain, I don't like this game, you're the only one to gain, <br />anything from this and for those good times i'll long for and miss, <br />why's this fair? the flashbacks, the control, the bruises and cuts, has all become too much, a moments decision, a second to hide, all I see is suicide, to whom in only I can confide, take my hurt away and my pain, <br />i'm not insane, i'm broken to pieces, you can repair me, <br />but you'll always see the cracks, my ability to cope, <br />seriously lacks, how can you be like this, yet seem so innocent? <br />seem so harmless and angelic? so well you sell it, that charm, <br />yet behind it all is nothing but hurt and harm, <br />the only thing I can turn to is my arm, but with time i'll heal, <br />the hurt you've caused i'll no longer conceal, the truth I will unveil and be revealed, til then the tears i'll hide and my lips will remained sealed.<br /><br />Aislinn Armstrong<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/domestic-violence-8/
