Internal Bleeding

Bruises are internal, aren't they?

The bitter taste of his so-called love...

It still haunts me

Like a ghost it sends shivers up my spine

Although I escaped immediate danger

I still feel afraid.

Afraid that everyone's love is the same:

FALSE.

He destroyed my dignity

piece by piece,

word by word,

Until nothing of my personality was left. 

But still, he found something to criticize.

I asked why he said such horrible things

He replied with a simple "I LOVE YOU"

...and I believed him...

And even though he's gone

HIS VOICE IS STILL IN MY HEAD.

It whispers that I'm too demanding when I ask for help.

It tells me I'm arrogant when I'm proud of myself.

But it tells me I'm pretty...

...which makes me hate it even more.

The cuts might not have come from his hand.

But they're still his fault.

Author's Note

The result of emotional abuse.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Powerful and hard thoughts in the poetry. I liked them.
"The cuts might not have come from his hand.
But they're still his fault."
The above lines. Nice ending. Thank you Riley for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote