It’s getting hard to breath, my lungs are giving out. <br />It’s getting hard to speak, you wore my voice out. <br />I can no longer walk, you destroyed my ability to. <br />Living was a gift, but you broke that to. <br /> <br />Can you see my scars I have? <br />Running down my wrists; bleeding… <br />Can you see the bruises…? <br />Then ones caused by weight I struggle to carry. <br />These make me look abused thanks to you <br />Now I hope you’re happy, to you its great news. <br /> <br />The cuts are getting deeper its happening more often. <br />The bruises make a collection of Black n’ Blue spots. <br />The scars represent how many things I have lost to you. <br />And that is everything.<br /><br />Samantha Rose Turner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/abused-28/
