Setting Myself Free

Wed, 10/31/2012 - 15:27 -- nvolin2

Location

80231
United States
39° 39' 56.3364" N, 104° 53' 10.7808" W

Broken, interrupted, stained, corrupted
Scarred, marked up
Fucked up
Fuck you
And all you did to me
And all we've been through
Big black bruises
The shredding of skin
What kind of relationship am I in?
Abuse, misuse, mistreat
Knocking me down
Can't get back on my feet

It hurts to stay, it hurts to move
You've done what you set out to prove
So, go ahead
Bite some more
Leave me bleeding on your floor
I can’t get up, I’m defeated
Tired, sore, so mistreated
This isn't how it was supposed to be
That monster isn't you
That victim isn't me
But things are only getting worse
And there is no way to reverse
The things you did
And I’m not willing to forgive
So that was it
Your last bite
I’ll no longer satiate
Your appetite

Crawling feverishly toward the door
I realize that I’m worth more
Than what I've got
I realize I should have fought
For my body
But more importantly for my mind
Because for so long I was defined
By the marks you left behind
They will no longer define, but now remind
Me of who I was and where I've been
And how I’ll never go back again

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