I was a bitch once then I became more.
Now I look ouside , seeing who is holding the door.
the door is held by hands that rocks my heart.
Hands so strong and was once so loving.
Whatever happened to them days.
When all I wanted to do was stare at you in a gaze.
I woke up with more bruises today.
Got them somehow, in the worst of way.
all I remember is seeing the wall.
Not knowing how I got there is the greatest fear of all.
Please dont hit me no more.
Just leave and shut the door.
I am a woman that is suppose to be loved.
Not hit, or punched, or even sized up with a glove.
I got help today and am going to turn my life around.
I am going to make it without making a sound.
I am stronger than I use to be.
I will make it WHY?
Because I'm Me!
