Ggggghhhhhhhhgggggggggggggggggh
The day I died
By Melissa IngoldsbyPublished 11 months ago • 1 min read
Photo by Iluha Zavaley on Unsplash
I’m tired of being resilient, responsible for your bad behavior
I am not perfect but I have been patient
Patient for abuse to end
You only stopped hitting me when I told everyone what you’ve been doing
What a bigger slap to the face
You only stopped
When I told everyone.
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Comments (6)
This is a very well written poem, though also very heartbreaking
I'm going with fiction on this one, though far too often the fiction here would be that the abused never tells anyone.
Merly, I really do hope this isn't based on your own experience. Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️
This is awful in its truth. Too many can claim this as their story :( Raw and brave and brutal. Love and hugs
I am sending hugs and rage, Melissa.
This is sad, angry and awesome. Love the title. Very modern. Well done, Melissa!