Completely clueless of love,
Betrayed your loved ones;
Bound by blood,
And as broke as the broke comes.
You watched the bruises appear,
While you enjoyed the narcotics;
Hit after hit I feared,
A selfish psychotic.
You didn’t notice because you adapted,
To the man who hit us;
You were completely distracted,
While we adjust.
Eventually your body had went through withdraw,
And you came out that bathroom;
3 days in all,
Bruises looked like tattoos.
Years after got a lot worse,
Still struggling with addiction;
Reimbursed,
And evicted.
You sat in that house,
While i was forced;
Ripped off blouse,
And no remorse.
I forgive you for all that went on,
Because it’s the right thing to do;
But that little girl’s gone,
And somehow she still loves you.
- Author: Anonymous_1226 ( Offline)
- Published: December 15th, 2017 13:10
- Comment from author about the poem: True Story
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 48
Comments1
I am impressed by the raw power of your poem, A. Well written!
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