Hurt
By; Jazmen Bishop
By; Jazmen Bishop
Every choke got a little harder, his grip felt like he was a pro at this.
So silly of me to think it would stop after the first I'm sorry.
His words are what made me stay,words that can now be called lies.
The hands loosened and for awhile there were smiles, but behind the smiles were hurt, pain and anguish.
Soon the words tightened up and they began to hurt worse than the sweaty hands on my neck.
The tearstains turned into permanent bruises.
The bruises turned into bad memories and there's no erasing those.
The bad memories turned into hate filled holidays.
Still I stayed, praying that things would get better.
And now what do the kids have to remember about their once tight knit family?
Silence, silence kills all.
So silly of me to think it would stop after the first I'm sorry.
His words are what made me stay,words that can now be called lies.
The hands loosened and for awhile there were smiles, but behind the smiles were hurt, pain and anguish.
Soon the words tightened up and they began to hurt worse than the sweaty hands on my neck.
The tearstains turned into permanent bruises.
The bruises turned into bad memories and there's no erasing those.
The bad memories turned into hate filled holidays.
Still I stayed, praying that things would get better.
And now what do the kids have to remember about their once tight knit family?
Silence, silence kills all.
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