She's this little old lady
Just a fucking little of woman. Innocent. Confused. Helpless.

Yet her

Shred the heart of a child’s trust
Twist her little intestines of purity
Deny her budding vocal

Life after abuse can be
summed up in the following
way, scribble hard on a
sheet of paper

She has a few screws loose from the abuse of past years
Never talks but always hears, the gears

I sit
And I listen
And what I hear is
They are ashamed
They are trapped in what they believe
Is

Do you know what you do
the reason she is broke in two?
Words they sting like acid
running down

Well lookie what we have here
a screaming bouncing baby girl.
I don't see the man you keep saying

As he climbed over the five bar gate
He knew it was now far too late
He was at the point of no

The races they bring
the anger within
and pain that you give
a beautiful sting.

Hit me my

I feel like having a go
At whoever set my lifes path.
You've given me so much hurt
And left in

Tears flood my soul with torment.
The unjust live in the harmonization of evil.
This world, a

Start the work now, it's nothing.

Let's put this here.
Why not move this further.
I did not

You gave me reasons without number
as a child
to doubt the human race
but I'm stronger than you

she was weak
could only prey
on a wounded stag
her idea of love
a cold touch
vicious

To forgive is divine apparently
I have my own thoughts on that
I'm a man, not an angel
I live,

Was it her nature?
or merely spite
I wondered
as the poison spread
from the scorpions

They do not die
secrets don't sleep
not alone in mankinds breast
for all time they keep
within

Wherever you are
I know
that you'll be making trouble
you have a knack for that
but wherever you

In your mind you confuse strength with hostility
but deep down you know its not right
you could be

You are not forgiven now
nor will you ever be
A healing angel freed me
from that obligation
I'm

Oh little keyboard warrior
so you "respect the fight" do you?
allow me to explain
just where

They burst in on the lad sat reading
far away from home, doing his duty
the laughter stung
books

She huddles in the corner
Tears flowing from
Her blacked eyes
She cries in silence
Afraid he

Abused
Beaten
Torn
Tossed around
Like a ragdoll
Blood flows freely
From the wounds
Beaten

Started off ignoring the signs, should have read them right the first time

I guess I was blown

Darling, you made a mess
Your lies worth more than any truth
Behind my back,
You staged an

Being called crazy. Jealous. Boring.
Being home alone with you just ignoring,
Isolated from

What is the love worth
that forces you into silence, with a
mouthful of shattered glass,
sealed

Hashtag TBT to the time he wrote that poem
The one about that other woman he’d been textin’ and out

isn't it beautiful
that it only took seven years
for my body to regenerate,
for me to become