“I’ll kill you if you
leave me,” you said,
I knew you wanted me
dead.
For years I took that
abuse,
I knew to try to
leave, would be no use.
You told me I was
crazy, you used profanity,
You made me question
my own sanity.
The scars I could not
hide,
From all the pain I
held inside.
Nights you’d come in
late,
I’d lie awake and
wait.
I secretly hoped that
you were dead,
Not coming home
instead.
It’s sad to go through
such pain,
When there’s nothing
left to gain.
But I did get out
alive,
Now I’m thankful you
didn’t die.
The things you did to
me were wrong,
But those same things
have made me strong.
Now you live life without me,
You question your own
sanity.
Now, I’m doing great,
Away from you, I did
escape.
© 2001 Janice Jarnagin
