You wanna blame the cross he bares still loyal as you fall down the stairs, trauma does not excuse the tormenting and abuse clutching the bottle in place of the noose is.......no better.You look in the mirror disgusted, you hold disdain for whom you've become you refrain from tears for the damage is done. Broken hearted and bruised you can't start a new 'who would want a love that's battered and used'. Carry on beautiful one scared by pain leave that man forget what you became.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem