The Angel on my shoulder
is the Devil in my bed;
Temptations grew stronger
as he pried inside my head;
A venomous blue eyed snake
Tomorrow, maybe he’ll have patience
But today, I must question every move I make;
He loves me, he loves me not
I’m “stupid” today so my confidence is shot;
Tomorrow is the day, I can try again
Knowledge in my head, a hammer in my hand
But it’s myself I’m trying to fix for him;
No no, I won’t give up
Damnit, today, I’m still not enough;
He use to be so different, I clearly recall
Now all he does is make me feel 2 inches tall;
Dollar signs instead of a ”SORRY”
It’d be nice if I could buy a genuine apology;
And my feelings are always my fault
I wish he didn’t take communication like a gunshot;
Tsk Tsk, Shame Shame
It’s fine, I’ll just take the blame;
He can’t handle the truth about his lies
Everyone looks at him with closed eyes;
If only they knew it was all a facade
Even his own family doesn’t know what happens to me, when the mask comes off.
Terrified and Trembling, I Fought Against My Abuser
By Survivor Taylor **The following is written by a survivor of domestic violence and abuse who’s tale of her terrified escape may be too graphic for some. Names have been changed to protect all involved.** Strangled…. I laid there, not knowing what to do. If I should move. “Will he...
