Till Death Do us Part:
By Bleeding Diamonds.
Marriage
Supposed to be the best day of our life.
Lovers hand in hand
trust stronger than the land
But after a year,
You’ve got to wonder
Is this marriage going south?
Am I scared to open my mouth?
You may start to learn
Things get bad.
Your spouse may hit you, beat you, and taunt you.
The may say they're sorry
but just wait
when everyone stops watching;
things just go back to the way they were.
That ring you wear shows the pain
and with every "I love you"
wounds open.
The emotional warfare rings on.
Those three words,
which should mean exactly as they say,
become an expectation,
you wouldn’t dare not say it back.
Counseling is suggested,
but sorry to tell you,
some people don't change
They like to stick to their ways,
never admit wrong,
No, they never listen to the world's sad song
and blame everyone else for their problems.
How sad it must be
to be waiting for death to due you part
rather than to face the humiliation of divorce.
God pins you down saying, "You committed!"
God holds you accountable,
you are expected to stay with the "one"
but the "one" is the one who causes you pain.
The pain
people just don't see
Marriage isn't always bad
See, some marriages really are perfect,
life in the Barbie Dream House,
perfect spouse,
perfect kids,
perfect house,
Perfect car,
perfect job
perfect everything
But,
this poem is not about them.
This poem is about the marriages where abuse
has become a household term.
Kids expect mommy and daddy to be perfect,
after all
on Disney Channel they are
It’s sad how we are forced to look at statistics,
1 in 4 women will experience domestic abuse in their life time.
Men are victims of nearly 3 million physical assaults in the USA.
These things exist,
right in our own backyard.
Around the corner,
and down the block.
It’s almost like a don't ask, don't tell policy,
It’s like,
if you've been hit,
its "get over it"
and
"stop being dramatic"
"It could be worse"
But the thing is,
getting abused is not a good feeling.
It affects your body,
your mind,
and your soul
to the point where being broken is an everyday occurrence.
Abuse is abuse,
it doesn't matter what your excuse is.
It is never okay.
Love shouldn’t be fear
It should flow.
One to another.
It should be wonderful.
Love shouldn’t have to hide.
It should abide with life.
Pain was never meant for a couple.
Fists should not overtake kisses.
Love shouldn’t be shoved inside a closet,
Just waiting to be forgotten.
Love is beginning to lose its meaning.
Abuse has taken over a lot of people’s lives and relationships
Parents and children
Husbands and wives.
But, who knew it could all start,
when you gave your word,
you would stay
"Till death do us part"
going to be performed live in front of my school tomorrow!!!