Stricken

A poem of hurt, pain, and longterm abuse.

It's sunny out today
but it's raining in my heart
I have so much to tell
I don't know where to start.

I loved the wrong man
he tore me apart
he said I'm too dumb to take a stand
right now, I'm falling apart.

I thought I was shy
he said I was weak
I thought I was pretty
he called me a freak.

He wouldn't stop hitting
he said it was fun
he stopped laughing
when I picked up his gun.

I was tired of being abused
tired of being hurt
I pulled the trigger
as he jacked up my skirt.

The police told my parents
I wasn't to blame
I could have done more
I acted so lame.

The bruises and the pain
wasn't what hurt
it's the thought knowing
I've lost my self worth.

Everyone says, that I will be alright
It always hurts to hear
the raining at night.