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[title] => OnE dAy...OnE dAy
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[bodytext] => Im done, Im through I can no longer love you Your tainted words have left their scars Your pushing and shoving has broken my heart For the last time See, this for me is hard to do because I still love you and only you but I wish I hated you As much as you hate me Well, you say that you love me Bu its hard to see Through the shoving, the punching The screaming and the cursing I see no love I never imagined the one I loved would be you I didnt know that the one I love so much Had the ability to hurt me so much That at times I wish I was dead Or I at least feel like it I wish I had no children now So I didnt constantly have to explain why Mommy always cries Or have to explain the cut above my eye And why daddy is always yelling And think about all of the lies I am telling To those that I love more than myself I wish God would give me some help I love this man, its hard to believe I think thats why I dont want to leave I can ignore his cruel words and hateful remarks But I cannot ignore the bruises and scars And neither can my kids They always seem to notice before I do Then I cry because I am a lovng wife A devoted mother A battered wife A Suffering mother I cry some more because I lie to my kids Because of this horrible life I live I wish I could leave I do not want to stay I wish I could not love And that my children werent sent to me from heaven above I hate my life I hate myself I hate me for loving him I hate me for staying For having his kids For living this life that I chose to live One day I think Ill be able to do it I might be able to build up the courage To remove myself and my kids from this misery Until that day comes I am his victim I am his scum My kids are hostage to this horrible game Until that day, this all reamains the same [comments] => 1 [counter] => 177 [topic] => 48 [informant] => undeniable2003 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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