A Poem by Mrs Mania

I ~crave~ death. 
This man, 
 Scarred me. 
This man, 
Broke me. 
Bruised me. 
He made me weak. 
He took away the best parts of me. 
The parts that  
I struggled to find. 
For this reason,
And this reason alone, 
I long to die 
By his hand.  

What is there to live for? 
The world is empty 
In both mine and yours. 
Let us end it all 
Fix the demon 
That you so graciously  
Instilled in me. 
You owe me, 
So take my last 
And final 
You have no idea 
What it's like 
To feel pain 
The way I do. 
Having no reason, 
No choice, 
But to be alone 
When your heart 
And mind 
Are viciously aching. 
Throbbing for purpose.
Have you no idea 
What it's like 
To be banished 
On both sides? 
My thoughts, 
I trust them less 
Then I had before.  

What do you live for? 
What do I? 
A sacred beating, 
Through my fragile eyes.
I see nothing. 
I feel nothing.
I ~am~ nothing.
You took the light 
Buried deep within my mind. 
You owe me
So take my last 
And final 

You have no reason, 
No right, 
To fight the way I do.  
So take my breath 
And I shall take yours. 
In our still bodies 
Lay the skeletons 
We left behind. 

You owe me.

© 2017 Mrs Mania

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The short lines add to the intense feeling in this poem, expressing so powerfully the despair that follows abuse, the final submission to the abuser. Deeply affecting.

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Mrs Mania
Mrs Mania

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