Kills Me Poem by Susan Basile

It kills me to think of you,
and all you have done to me.
It kills me to know that I didn't
do anything to change it.
I let you hurt me.
I didn't fight back.
I didn't say anything to you,
or anyone else.
It kills me to know that I let things
get this long and hard for me.
Not able to wake up without
tears in my eyes,
Not able to fall asleep with the lights on,
wearing my shoes while I sleep
just in case you come back.