Pour scorn upon my weary mind
With remarks so cold and so unkind
Dictate to me with vicious tongue
Dissect my confidence, until it has gone
Degrade me cruelly when I am down
So you may wear that sordid crown
King of controlling, a sadistic type
Who behind closed doors beats me each night
My eyes they are permanently black and blue
From repeated beatings given by you
Broken bones, cuts and tears
Excused away, say I fell down the stairs
In public you show a different side
To the one that hurts me when I am inside
You hold my hand, your arms hold me tight
Until we reach home, then you want to fight
Tonight you said I was a tart
It makes me sad, it breaks my heart
With hands so hard, you slap me round
My head is spinning I hit the ground
You kick me, and you pull my hair
I am beaten and just lie there
My head it throbs, I am unable to breathe
You kick me once more, then you leave
The blood it pours down my swollen cheeks
I am scared and feel so weak
My breathing shallow I feel so sore
My body wrecked, it can take no more
I know I am dying, life is draining from me
But at last I know I will be free
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
God this is so sad - yet powerful! Hope its not biographical! Rx