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A poem pertaining to Abuse. |
| Don't tell me that you love me, then treat me with such hate; Don't claim that we'll work out, then quickly walk away. Don't say that I am beautiful, then insult the way I look; Don't quote to me the Bible, for I've also read God's Book. Don't promise you will be here, then quickly leave my side; Don't claim you'll always love me, when your' love for me has died. Don't you dare judge my intention's, as if they all are false; Don't try to mend my broken heart, it no longer has a pulse. Don't ever think you own me, I'm not your' property; Don't treat me like a Trinket, that no one gets to see. Don't tell me what we have, was always meant to be; Don't do me any favors, I don't need your' charity! Don't offer me your' love, when love you've never known; Don't knock upon the door to my heart, 'cause there is nobody home. |