I sit here and wonder as I often do,
What I did, that made you..you?,
Everytime your fist hit my body,your car drove over me,
Your boot hit my face, broken ribs,..over and over again,
Did my tears ever reach your pitch black heart?
Did you ever loose sleep about what you did to me?
You promised me heaven, yet put me in hell,
I wanted to scream, I wanted to yell!!
But I never did,
I became a prisoner of pain,
So much so,
That I was labelled insane,
As I drove the knife through your skin,
Your blood paying for your sin,
But broken skin heal,
And dark souls soar,
As I was left in pieces,
You have won the war.
They tell me to forgive you,
They say I should not cry,
They tell me to forget, move on and try,
Tell me how?!,
Because even now..
I cannot reap what you have sowed,
I struggle to get over the past,
You broke my will, you stole my smile..
I just wonder how long this wondering will last..
©lollasmith
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