Three years of love that almost killed her, no one to turn to but her abuser, the man with a hood and a cap made her feel so miserable, undying love she thought, but it ended up her being colder than ever.
He never cared about
her, all he was good at was lying to her face and making her believe there was
some sort of future for them, but don’t you worry girl wipe those tears away
from you scarred face, since what goes around comes back around.
She would say ‘he’s
changed’ when will you ever learn my dear girl? Once an abuser always an
abuser, he’s gotten what he wanted and now he’s left you in tiny little pieces
of madness.
My girl, don’t go to
bed crying, there’s a light at the end of your sadness.
A Poem By Rachel Robin
Happy writing x
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