Sometimes I get so angry that I wish I could make a shit ton of money the kind of money you say you’ll make one day
I actually don’t care about money you know this but you used those green jackals against me like an alligator grinning wildly
At its prey, beckoning to inch closer.
You used me until I was about dead
I wasn’t shot in the head but I was internally bleeding in my wrists, lungs and legs, I had to quickly recover my death over so you could say you’re a good person for not hitting me for a month,
And at least you’re not hitting me everyday
Now you “changed” but I feel short changed by your delay
Why did it take so much time did you think you could just get your hands on me and I’d never stop you?
I bite my tongue every single slight, bruise and hit
I pretend your words and silent cruelty is just time on hold, a hug on hold
Instead I just wish I’ll make it big enough to be alone
So time can be all mine again.
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This is a perfect representation of financial, emotional, and manipulative abuse. It is excellently written - thank you for drawing attention to it
This was so heartbreaking but sadly, it is the reality for many. Loved your poem!
Omg I feel this! People think it's easy to get out of situations like these but it's not always that simple unfortunately sometimes we depend on monsters. If you ever need to talk I'm here to listen ❤️I subscribed and lmk what you think of my latest poem it's kinda dark but hopefully you like it
Why do people feel the need to put up with that kind of relationship????😪