Abuse. That word which tells a thousand stories.
He abused me, used me, hurt me, fought me, left me, still haunts me. Like a scar that just won't fade.
Pops into my mind at all the wrong moments, I hate him, yet somehow I feel like I still love him.
What is love though?
A word used to get people to sleep with you?
A meaningless feeling that gives you a reason to hurt someone then expect them to forgive you?
People say to forgive and forget, but I can't. How does someone who hurts you deeply and ruins your life deserve to be forgiven?
They know what they've done to you, yet they never say sorry. They are glad you think you're worthless, happy you want to kill yourself, loving your pain when you fail.
I will never forget that look of power in his eyes as he raises his fist to smash into my face, that smell of fear radiating off of me when I look at him.
He hurts me then says he loves me, has no idea what it does to me.
Spent most my life thinking he loved me, and he didn't mean to do it.
But now I know, he loves to hurt me, will do it at any chance.
He'll never change, will never love me, will always stay the same.
I have to run, cause it's not fun, wanting to end my life every day.
Numbing emotions with pain, my heart hurts, cause I hurt, yeah life hurts- so much.
He's got the power to kill me, and he'll use it one day, I've got to go far away.
I finally see him for what he is, not a loving man.
A selfish, scary, powerful man, who abuses me.
