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How can i make you understand that what is right for you is not right for every women or man.
You took from me for too many years.
You have become my real life nightmare.
Over and over i keep telling you no.
Your persistance is killing my natural glow.
I don't reply because i no longer care.
The answeres you seek will never be there.
Keep pointing that finger solely at me.
One day all you took for granted will surprisingly buckle your knees.
Your heart might be shattered but atleast it's still there.
Mine has been empty for many painful years.
Love turned to stone so cold and strikingly gray.
It's impossible to go on with you standing in my way.
You are so selfish to insist that i come home.
You'd rather hold my spirit hostage rather than to freely let it roam.
You'd rather my empty shell walk around like the dead.
All signs of life gone, like the insane they keep on meds.
I left on my own, no one helped me go.
It took some time for me to not fear leaving home.
After eight long years, i was scared to be alone.
But once i walked out i felt a sudden release,
every fear i had of you left from underneath my feet.
You say there was no kind of abuse, how you would never hurt me because you did'nt want to lose.
What you don't understand is there was mental, verbal and emotional abuse.
Those kinds of scars NEVER go away.
You did'nt lay your hands on me i give you that much..
But at times i wished you had instead of everyday calling me a bitch.
Or telling me how worthless i was because by you i did'nt do right.
Sharing with the neighbors and all of your friends how much of a poor mother i was, how stupid i was, how all the times you brought that bitch home right in front of our kids.
How you use to shout out FUCK YOU AND YOUR TWO KIDS!
THEY AIN'T MINE, FUCK YOU BITCH!
Yeah, they heard it, they heard every single word.
Why do you think i stayed quiet?
I never wanted them to experience what i felt.
I never asked for anything, other than an occaisional soda or a little bit of candy.
I was'nt at the malls shopping for clothes or shoes that matched everything.
I never complained, i never bitched up and cried.
I kept it all in.. way deep down inside.
Simply to keep all around me at ease so they would'nt feel timid being around me.
I hushed my mouth no matter how deep the pain was.
This is my hell... The thing you call love.
I don't want your trust back, i don't want to come home.
I don't want to work anything out i just want to be left alone.
I want to experience life and smile everyday.
I want to feel what it's like to finally think for myself.
To make decisions based on what i feel is right.
Not by someone always telling me im wrong.
I cannot have these things because emotionally i am a prisoner within your heart.
A stick in the shaddows thats falling apart.
Let me go on and live my life.
Please stop all of this, i'm quickly dying inside.