Loved Broken and Bruised

by Sharon Brook   May 31, 2011


Loved, broken and bruised
Man you surely knew how to abuse
You did one hell of a job
Now all I can do is sob
You could not control the rage inside
Now I am on the run, I have to hide
From all these people and staring faces
Too many people and not enough places
For me to hide away
Now I feel nothing but shame
It was not my fault.. what you did to me
You had only just become free
Now you are out there and people stare
You are a freak
Your life is ending in the street
The police are on their way
Do you run or do you stay
Stay and die like a man
Nobody is going to hold your hand
You got what you deserved
You were nothing but a perve
31/05/31 1:50pm

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  • 13 years ago

    by Sharon Brook

    Thank you for your comment. Yes it is a difficult place to be, but now l am free from it all...

  • 13 years ago

    by Daisy if you do

    None can tell this story so well other than someone who has been through it. You speak for the many of us who have been abused and fight for our freedom one way or another.
    Nice write.