Abused

I wrote this many years ago...but it seems as though that voice in my head never goes away, no matter how much I achieve or how many years pass. For every person out there who has suffered abuse of any kind...you are not alone. I love you. And you are good enough.

He Said...

"Why don't you ever listen?
Why not do exactly as I say?
You know if you'd just act right
I'd stop treating you this way.

I'll hurt you like you want me to
In all the places that won't bruise
And I'm not being sick and sadistic
I'm showing you how much I love you.

No one else could ever love you
I'm the best you'll ever have
You're nothing but a lying whore
Why the fuck are you so sad?

Did I hurt your pathetic feelings?
Did I break your cheating heart?
Do I make you want to kill yourself
And tear your sorry little world apart?

I know you think I'll change someday
That I'll soften up and give a shit
But what foolish, naive hopes you have
They are the delusions of an idiot.

You will never get away from me
Is that so hard to understand?
You are nothing, nobody, no good
Just a disobedient bitch about to break under my hands

I'm going to beat it into you every day
That you don't deserve my love
And until you're fucking perfect
You won't be good enough."

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