When he hit me I felt free,
I felt loved,
he was my comfort,
but he was a liar,
tried to cover my bruises,
tried to hide what he did to me,
tried to keep me quit,
the floor is full of his blood,
the knife is in my hand,
he doesn't breath anymore,
I am the stronger one,
I am the survivor,
I live and he doesn't.
YOU ARE READING
the poetry of the misunderstood
Poéziathis is going to be a book just with poems that I wrote a big inspiration for me to write poems are Lana del Rey and sylvia plath I hope you can enjoy these some of the poems are a way for me to cope
