Many years of nothing but hurt. Many years of anguish. Many years of abuse of the soul.
My heart has been torn, tattered and stomped on. And yet always gave him chances for redemption. He is evil.
My soul is bloodied by the harsh reminders of early love. Toxic love.
The mere presence of his being sends me into the pits of hell.
My heart is shattered.
The fairytale once dreamed of is lost within my confines never to be dreamed of again as these walls have swallowed every
fantasy alive like a big black swirling hole.
My heart is shattered.
As he sits there reveling in his controlling and manipulating manner, I die again and again and again.
My heart is shattered.
When will this end?
by: Jennifer L. George