Abused Poem by Jeanette Palomo

The blood, because you abused
The tears, because you abused
The screaming, becaue you abused
The memories, because you abused
I was happy, until you abused
I was cutless, until you abused
I was strong until the day it all fell apart
I had dreams of hope and I had a future.

I go to bed, I hear your voice
I go to bed i hear your foot steps
I hide the pain I hide the bruises
some cuts are fresh others are to old to tell a story.
I fear because im all alone
I fear because you tore my heart out and it hasn't been returned
If i could turn back the clock
If it was in my power I would of said ''NO''
I would of back down I wouldn't have never let you hurt me.
Now because of you I have scars in my heart
Now because of you I have the fire of hell and fear burning in my eyes

Every minute that has past has made me want to shed your blood more and more.
And that knife is yelling at me is crying my name
And that gun has my name written all over it.
For once I want to live not to fear the unexpected
But I can't it's much to late
Every minute of hate becomes regret
I rather hurt myself to death then to do onto you
The cuts, the fears, the memories
The nights of sleepless anger
And the love of bleeding pain.