Constant Fear

All you do is hurt me.

Your actions are evil and so are you.

I don’t know if I’ll ever be free.

 

You are so abusive and beastly.

The love you never gave was never true.

All you do is hurt me.

 

There is nothing that I can do freely.

The bruises on my arms are still blue.

I don’t know if I’ll ever be free.

 

Constant fighting is all we seem to be.

Nothing can hold us together, not even glue.

All you do is hurt me.

 

Neither of us seem to have the key.

This continued pain is nothing new.

I don’t know if I’ll ever be free.

 

The vicious cycle is a guarantee.

But abuse is a strong word to view.

All you do is hurt me.

I don’t know if I’ll ever be free.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
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Comments

Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life. Keep expressing your heart.  

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