Hurts
Gwen burns ( grim) 1985 (Canton,ohio)
As I wake up iam feeling so scared
I just lay in bed waiting for
This bad guy to start with all his lies
Hurting me makes him feel powerful
He has all of the control know all he
Can do is rule.
As he pulls me out of bed
The Hurt just begins.
Hurting me makes you feel better
But do you ever see what you
Are putting me threw or dose it even matter.
Hurting me you feel better
But why do I not matter.
Hurt starts with his hands why
Can't you just be a good man.
As I lay hear crying in pain yelling
For someone to help me.
then you got mad
why Can't you see how much you
Are hurting me.
You took everything from me
Iam feeling down for all you done.
You thought it was fun.
I have so much pain in my heart
For all you have done I can't live my life
Or seem to have fun.
My heart weighs so heavey
You took everything from me
I have nothing but my heavey heart.
I have marks I look at everyday it only
Reminds me of this painful time you
Wanted to play.
When you put your hands on me
You felt so powerful .
You Hurt me so bad that I can not
Even mend do I matter to anyone
Or we'll I be worthless to everyone
You deserve to feel everything that
You made me feel hurt and every bit of
My pain.
About this poem
Everything I've been threw hurts so much sometimes I just don't want to hurt anymore bruises and I've been burnt by lite cigarettes that my ex put out on my body broken bones I just seem to have a shattered life and it hurts so bad.
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Written on March 11, 2023
Submitted by gwenb.35660 on March 11, 2023
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Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 1,231 |
Words | 301 |
Stanzas | 15 |
Stanza Lengths | 3, 3, 2, 3, 2, 2, 3, 2, 3, 3, 3, 3, 2, 3, 3 |
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