I cried in despair,
Begging to be spared
"Please stop hitting me" I plead
It was too late. I could no longer flea...
He did this for so many years,
Until I stood up and wiped away my tears.
I'm now safe and sound,
But these ugly scars still remain.
His constant insults drove me insane.
His brutal beatings left me in pain.
So you may say,
"How are you still okay?"
The truth is I am scared no longer,
For all that pain only made me stronger.
I didn't lose,
Because time heals all wounds.
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 11:40 PM UTC
I cried in despair,
Begging to be spared
"Please stop hitting me" I plead
It was too late. I could no longer flea...
He did this for so many years,
Until I stood up and wiped away my tears.
I'm now safe and sound,
But these ugly scars still remain.
His constant insults drove me insane.
His brutal beatings left me in pain.
So you may say,
"How are you still okay?"
The truth is I am scared no longer,
For all that pain only made me stronger.
I didn't lose,
Because time heals all wounds.
What do ya think? Just gave it a shot and started writing. It's my first poem so I don't know if it's really that great. I hope it's good.
