Damaged Goods With A Healing Heart Poem by Alyona Korovnik

Damaged goods with a healing heart
You have no idea what I have been through
You see and hear what I decide to share
You did not see the bruises under my clothes
You did not see my broken soul and you still judge
You say I just wanted attention
You did not hear the screams of my heart
You did not see all the tears
Breaking down in public still shames my heart
The abuse broke my heart each time
The sexual assaults tore my soul apart every time I lost the fight
Each time I forgave thinking it was my fault
I still dream of his face and wake up in tears
Sometimes before bed I turn my head to the pillow and scream on top of my lungs