In my journals I have written,
About the tears I have cried,
The pain I endured from your love.
I was born prematurely,
Maybe I should have died,
Since dead is the way you made me feel.
So abused from your love,
I felt so hated in your care,
So used as you took advantage of me.
Beaten, broken, and molested,
I cried from pain and fear,
Even from these words that I hear; “I love you.”
How can you love me with the pain you inflict,
Can you not see the terror you bring upon me,
This blade was meant for you instead of me.
I lived my life by a thread,
Not knowing real love,
Wishing the hurt and hate would disappear.
Then I met him,
A man who, in some ways, changed my life,
Giving me a reason to move forward.
Two beautiful girls were born of this marriage,
They are my hope and love,
I will not ever do to them what you did to me.
My marriage may have failed,
My love for my kids will not,
My life will continue with all my courage and strength.