He said he was sorry,but that didnt changethe way he put his hand to my facehe said he was sorry the second time was worsenow everytime i see him i feel like im cursedbroken inside i cant denythis pain and torture i can no longer hide the days are hard the nights even hardernever knew i would fall for a stalkerhe stalks me in my sleepthe cuts he leaves in my heart are way to deepdeep enough to kill me slowlyi steady stay with him looking like a dummy but love can make you feel like your hungry hungry enough to turn into greedyand greedy enough yo turn into thirstyhe tells me he is sorry then he bought me flowersim letting him think he holds all the powerhe tells me he loves me but i know the truththe truth is bubbling under every single bruisehe tells me he's sorry then he put his hand on my throathe squeezes my neck tightly until i began to chokei pull out my knife and stab him in his earall because i was in so much fear im tired of cryingand as the blood drips slowly i tell him im sorry
I ASK MYSELF HOW CAN I LOOK YOU AND THE EYE AND NOT FEEL HURT OR PAIN.I smile because i learned to show no emotion.For me to love over and over again and be hurt as much as i love.I continue to be persistent and search for that true love.I look in the mirror and hope to see what i thought was a person of love.but as i look i see a person who is trying to be everything but me.But how do i be me without being a big dissappointment to those around meI sometimes find myself wishing that i didnt have a heart because therefore if i had no heart i would have no feelings.No eyes,therefore if i had no eyes i wouldnt have the tears to cry everytime someone break my heart.No ears,therefore if i had no ears i wouldnt be able to hear those words its over.No eyes,therefore if i had no eyes i wouldnt see what having a good heart would get me(NOTHIN BUT A SAD STORY).