I talk to him,
He talks to me.
My heart, it swells
And begs to be free.
Does he know what's become of me?
He hits and shoves,
Punches galore.
I know damn well that it could hurt more.
I try not to cry and not show the pain,
But deep down I know he's winning this "game."
To me, he's perfect but oh so very vain.
I will never, ever overcome this pain.
I'm nothing but a punching bag to quench his anger's thirst.
I grab my arm and limp off to the nurse.
She asks what's wrong.
I lie and say I fell.
Why do I constantly go through with this hell?
These tears are for him, and that I hope he knows.
These emotions, this pain... why must it show?
If I hide it away, I'd be lying to myself.
He's abusive and cruel,
And my friends begin to worry.
They're afraid that he'll cause the death of me.
It brings me to tears because I know they're right.
They say, "Step Up!" and tell me to fight!
I tell them the truth, "I can't."
It would tear me apart.
So I walk off to my room and try to mend my broken heart
Abuse By Boyfriend Poem
I am in the same boat. I do love him and I want my children to have a dad in their life, but it rips me apart knowing they will either see their mother being hurt or not have a father in...
Trying To Mend A Broken Heart
Published by Family Friend Poems March 2008 with permission of the Author.
My ex did the same to me! I feel like I will never be happy anymore.