~the Unfortunate Ones~ Poem by Jeanie Leyba

And for the unfortunate ones
The endless cycle of pain begins
Day after day, night after night
Until one day you come to terms with it

You look forward to that pain
You learn to accept it
Not because you acquired a taste for it
It's because the anticipation of that pain

Is more unbearable than
The actual pain itself
In the eyes of a wounded child
That pain is love an innocence lost

It's confusing to the child
The brutal abusing
Through all the tears, blood
and broken bones the abuser apologizes

The child believes that
Pain is love and love is pain
A vicious cycle repeatedly
Love and pain is one in the same.
💀BROKEN187SOUL 💀
Copyright 11-10-05