You beat me at day,Strip my pride at night. You ruined me from inside And left me to cry.
I wake up in the morning at early five, Make breakfast, lunch, and dinner at night. Just to sleep without sobbing all night, But still, his hunger is not satisfied.
I hide my scars from everyone, I show he is the best person I am loving.
But there is a woman who feels my pain, She knows everything but asks me to keep it restrained. She is the one who taught me how to be a good wife, But more she taught how to be quiet.
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Author:
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- Category: Sad
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Nice piece 💯
Thanks for your feedback.
I am a beginner in poetry world
Can you please give some suggestions and check my another poem as well
I applaud. A magnificent write this is. How it encapsulates all pain and suffering without being a long piece takes a special pen to bring together. You are truly gifted. Thank you for sharing this. A definite fave. ❤
Thank you so much.please do check my another poem too
Yoo that's soo touching broo fr
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