The hits are coming down harder
My bruises become darker
And the screams which were once loud
Now becomes whimpers
I am begging for you to stop
But you don't seem to hear
Because you do not stop
Instead I feel more fear
I fall to the floor but you pick me up
Sling me against a wall
Start pounding me with all
The power you have over me
I see the blood smeared on my skin
Through heavy eyes that hurt when i try to see
And all i can think of is
Someone please Help Me
Good poem, but if this is truly confessional, get out of there and never look back. Get out. You are worth so much more and deserve gentleness and kindness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Painful and powerful - I hope it is vicarious...