I lived beneath his fists of rage
where knuckles bruised and shattered bone.
Spent seven years inside his cage
while my heart had died alone.
He kicked and stabbed me in the head,
and there was nothing I could do.
With all the tears and blood I shed,
I wasn't sure I'd make it through.
He often brought me close to death,
and still I loved him faithfully.
With every single aching breath,
his scars became a part of me.
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another heart wrenching poem, I'm here if you ever need a friend
Sean
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