This is my time I need to be alone. Not watching TV not talking on the phone. I need to appreciate the peace of silence. Expressing my thoughts on dealing with the violence. That every day abuse that has captured my mind. The slow sharp words that pierce through my heart. I need this time alone. The longer I stay around you’re tearing my apart. There’s no honesty or trust, there’s no conversation there’s just us. When I’m with you I feel clothed since you’re around. Yet we do absolutely nothing therefore all I wear is a frown. It’s coming down to just me and my soul. Digging deep into my core. Place is at the forefront of pursuing my goals. Expressing my thoughts as day starts to rise. To wake up and not be captured of all that’s been seen through my eyes. I’m done with the lies. This is my time yet now I’m not alone. I just reread my words! Oh my goodness, I’ve grown!
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You have hurt me to the point that it’s hard for me to stand. My self-esteem is shot, I trusted you as my man. I’m a human being I’m imperfect too. But never, no ever would I have cheated on you. I’ve been a powerful woman, always stood on my own. God oh God I wish I would have known. That you were never going to change. The lies would never cease. The pain and the hurt has only increased. I’m tired of this life, I have feelings too. Sooner or later I’m leaving you. I tried being happy by making myself blind to see. Every lie I believed because I wanted you with me. Just stop for a minute and think of all the dirt. The lies and the scandals because you chose to flirt. But the buck didn’t stop there it got more intense. And now that I know the lifestyle of a player it all makes sense. Leaving the house at nine saying you’ll be right back. Meanwhile you’re on your prowl of Mr. Daddy Mack. Looking for someone that will allow you to shack. I can’t believe I’ve dealt with you for so long. Right in my face you’re having relations with the girl next door. Coming back home at 4 telling me you were with the boys. But when I called your phone I heard the noise. It was her voice in the background.
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