Cinderella

by Morgan   Aug 17, 2004


My body shakes from trauma
It's difficult for me to write
But I have to spill my heart
So maybe I can sleep tonight

My arms covered with red
You left hand prints all over me
A bruises here and there
And inside I feel guilty

I shouldn't have tried to stand up
I should have stayed down
But when you pushed me
I lifted myself off the ground

I pushed that lamp off me
I tried to prove that I'm stronger now
So again and again you pushed me
And staying down, I didn't allow

I tried to push back
But you didn't move at all
And every time you hit me
I couldn't help but fall

You crumpled me under you
And I tried to spit in your face
But every time I tried something
You'd put me in my place

My arms burned, as I got up once more
Gasping for air
You said "Try to hit me again
I'll kill you, I swear"

So I stood there, giving in
My eyes filling with tears
Mockery and anger in his eyes
Built throughout the years

Then he spat in my face
Destroying the rest of my pride
He walked away giving me a smug look
And I stood there and cried

Now my mouth is dry
And there's scratches all over my arms
I wish I hadn't gotten up
I should have avoided harm

I think, Where Is My Prince Charming
Will He Ever Come?
I Need Him To Keep Me Safe
If There Even Is One...

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  • 20 years ago

    by Timothy

    I'm sorry this kinda stuff is happening to you at 15. I had a violent marriage for 8 years, and believe it or not, my wife was the far worse aggressor. I hope you find some that can think with his head, speak with his tongue, and feel with his heart.