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He told me I was worth nothing,
He ridiculed me and called me names,
He covered my body in bruises,
And that was all I could see.
I spent years thinking I deserved it,
Years thinking a real partner was,
Allowed to hurt me,
Years believing that violence was
normal.
I drowned in my own swimming pool,
Trying to find my reflection;
The reflection that would confirm I
was me.
Searching deep into my soul,
Whilst caught in the cycle of
Abuse that you left me in.
All I saw was;
Darkness,
Fear,
Shame,
Guilt,
Pain,
Unworthiness,
And bruises.
I wasn't me without the bruises,
Whether physically or in my
Mind.
I floated to the surface,
Fighting the darkness;
Scared I would drown,
Lose myself,
Walk around like an empty shell,
Waiting to be crunched alive,
I expected it;
I wasn't me without bruises.
And this is all you taught me,
And for many years afterward,
I wasn't me without bruises.
Your scars and your bruises
Tattoed on my skin, and my heart;
Your scars are my bruises.
Your bruises made me question
"Who Am I?"
"Is this all I am?"
About the Creator
Carol Townend
Fiction, Horror, Sex, Love, Mental Health, Children's fiction and more. You'll find many stories in my profile. I don't believe in sticking with one Niche! I write, but I also read a lot too.
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Comments (1)
Well done!