If the scars from emotional abuse were visible to the naked eye.
I assure you, you most certainly would cry.
Possibly die inside.
Try to figure out Why?
I can’t deny.
The pain I felt inside.
The sleeplessness nights where I cried.
Asking God why? Why?
What did I do?
To deserve this abuse.
What can I do?
To be free from this dude?
I haven’t got a clue.
So lost and confused.
Can’t see my escape route.
Scared to stay but more afraid to leave.
If I try to leave surely I’ll bleed.
If I stay,
Maybe he’ll change.
Maybe he’ll go back to his old ways.
Man, how blind was I?
It was all a lie.
All just a disguise.
I was in such denial.
Now, no longer blind.
Eyes open wide.
Found my strength deep down inside.
I know I’ll survive.
Never again will I be victimized.