Domestic Violence Poem by Aislinn Armstrong

From love to hate my body you'll 'bate',
my mind you've taken control, take my body not my soul,
from an idea to a hunch soon turned to a push then a punch,
my hurt and pain, I don't like this game, you're the only one to gain,
anything from this and for those good times i'll long for and miss,
why's this fair? the flashbacks, the control, the bruises and cuts, has all become too much, a moments decision, a second to hide, all I see is suicide, to whom in only I can confide, take my hurt away and my pain,
i'm not insane, i'm broken to pieces, you can repair me,
but you'll always see the cracks, my ability to cope,
seriously lacks, how can you be like this, yet seem so innocent?
seem so harmless and angelic? so well you sell it, that charm,
yet behind it all is nothing but hurt and harm,
the only thing I can turn to is my arm, but with time i'll heal,
the hurt you've caused i'll no longer conceal, the truth I will unveil and be revealed, til then the tears i'll hide and my lips will remained sealed.