stop this
Author: jazzyj69breakfast was cooked same time
as usual,
but he doesn't want it,and i'm
a fool.
i made a mistake,when i said i
do,
but on my wedding day i didn't
have a clue.
the first bruise i hid with
makeup,
and threatened with his ass to
breakup.
now i can't do nothing good or
right,
and i don't have the will to
fuss or fight.
i love him is what i tell my
friends,
for better or for worse,to the
bitter end.
as my swollen lips he slowly
kiss,
i remembered at him i should
be pissed.
i struggled against his tightening
grip,
as the gun from under the pillow i
slip.
the look on his face,was worth the
kiss,
as i pulled the trigger to stop
this
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 12:09 AM CST
About this poem:
abuse is never okay,and it will only end if you leave. don't sink to there level,i wrote this as an inspiration to all abused women,get out. don't trade one prison for another one