Wednesday, November 17, 2010

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I don't have a title for this one...Nor can I remember when it was written...but I'd say 2009 ish

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She walks around with a smile, her head held high
No one knows she's dying inside
Everything is ok, or so she says, but she goes home, the thoughts return,
She really wishes she were dead.

He gets mad; he doesn't use his fist
Yet he manages to leave bruises in  places only she knows exist
Nobody sees them, but she does
Is this really what it's like to experience love?

If she only knew this was not love, she needed to take some time and experience real love from her father up above.

Its ok she tells herself; it wont last forever he'll change
Three years  later it's still the same, but one thing is different a child bears his name

What is she to do? He is all that she knows, something inside her tells her that she wants more
Then one day she finally realizes that she doesnt love him anymore

All in all four years of this, and she still wont leave
She prays and cries, and endures for a few more menacing months

She started getting high, drinking every night, she's killing herself for a guy that doesn't treat her right

Thoughts of suicide running through her head, but she doesnt stop to think of what her son would do if she were dead

It took some time, finally she made up her mind, it was time to leave the past behind
She decided to let go and it was then that from God the blessings began to flow

From her car to her job to her new place, and finally true love right in front of her face

It's no coincidence,
God was on her side
He heard her every time she cried.

She stopped writing suicide letters to her friends and realized she needed to let her heart mend.

Letting people go was hard to do, but she did it anyway, she had to make it through

Superwoman she can be called, she is a mom, student, athlete, and friend, she does it all
Still walking around standing tall

I'm the girl you know, your sister, your friend
Abuse happened to me, but I refused to let it be my end
Reach out for help if you need to
I promise that someone else has been there before you

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