Wishful hurting

Mon, 10/24/2016 - 10:33 -- crleora

I thought I was happy

I thought it was real

 Everyone said trust what you feel

I knew it was wrong

I knew love would die

I knew one day you would make me cry

I knew a ring wouldn’t make us happy

I knew a paper wouldn’t make you stop

Stop the yelling and the hitting

The accusing and the cussing

I wanted to be enough

I wanted to be all you wanted

I was a punching bag for awhile

Then it’s like I wasn’t there

A fly on the wall

And for a while I liked to be invisible from there hurt

I didn’t realize you were planning to bury me in the dirt

You killed my spirit you killed my hope

Then you slowly slit my throat

This poem is about: 
Me

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