Baskadia

Abused

This is a poem about an abused woman who stayed with a monster, afraid to speak out and later found her freedom

I am not made of steel

I am not made of steel I am not made of steal Yet I am always the weak link Like the gold-plated jewelry You drape around your neck So gracefully I break I am like clay Your words shape me Painfully Your actions cut into me Like harsh hands Only meant to break me Maybe I am not good enough Maybe you think of me as cheap stock Because You rip me apart Out of frustration Not being able to mould me into what you want You break me Again And again And again Or maybe I am just scraps Something used Bu

Nobody ever told me; being strong leaves you defeated

Nobody ever told me ;being strong leaves you defeated Death calls my name And it sings a sweet melody Like a siren yelling Come to me I am caged inside my head I am a prisoner in my own body Begging for help But my voice falls silent Nobody hears me scream "Slit your wrist" "Walk into traffic and don't look back" "Jump" Jump. Just jump And I will set you free Pain in my heart But smile And you will be just fine Hide yourself Run Run until you lose yourself Am I lost? Nobody told me Being strong

I'm tired of this fight

I'm tired of this fight Stop making me your punching bag I am worth more than that I am not your door mat I am not something you can use Then abuse when you are done Thrown out Like yesterday's garbage When you no longer need me I'm tired of this fight That you have already won I feel and I ache Until my bones feel broken And it gets difficult to move I sit in agony Knowing I am not what you desire Knowing that it is just a matter of seconds Until you rip out my heart again Until you shoot me wi

I am living your so called life

You made my life a living hell

Abused phrase: "I love you"

A poem that requires an end to abusing the phrase " I love you" and the devastating consequences it has led to.