Broken

Nobody understand what I feel daily, hurt, pain and anger
Lately it's to the point that it's hard to manage.
I have been Mentally, physically and verbally abused
Everyday I feel broken with no will to live
in the end I always loose.
Whether its hurt from the past or present
The journey that we take so called life lessons.
Being bent hurt or broken is not something you choose
Crying daily from all of the abuse
Try to hide what you feel so others cant see
But yet you dont have enough strength to trust and believe
Broken bent torn discouraged
I often wonder what's really my true purpose.
Why do we weep why do we cry
Everyday I live has been nothing but a lie.
My kids hate me my husband dont like me
 Trying to press forward with everything inside of me.
Who can you turn to when everyone Is  against you
Even the ones closest will eventually hurt you.
Being broken is not a fun feeling, I often wonder what's next
Trying to pinpoint when and where my heart became filled with pain and hate.
Why cant I get and receive the same kind of love
As if I'm being punished by the man up above.
Pain anger frustration surrounds me daily
The dark heart I hold  makes everyone hate me.

This poem is about: 
Me

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