I look back and see
All the pain he caused me
The hatred he didn't hide
All the times that I cried
The bruises he left
Were unbearable to see
I couldn't take
What I had just seen
She lies on the floor trying to breathe
Thanking God it isn't me
It wasn't me he had touched
But it still hurt
Just as much
Ashley, you know what? What you said is true. It should be him on the floor. Just promise me this: that you will take this pain and turn it into strength, and the flashbacks that will never end......keep writing. Kill it from the inside out, not the other way, ever love, ok? Hugs, Running Deer.
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yeah.. i agree with Running Deer. pain can be turned into strength. Dont ever let a guy do that to you. and take care. J