
You looked in my eyes and said "I hate you," when your words were not enough, you tried to end me
Tears streaked my face as you beat my head, a pounding ache inside my chest
You called me "whore," when I messed up once
Said I did too much... now I'd pay the price
What did I do? Why do you hate me?
You encouraged me when he promised love, turned and mocked me when he took too much
Called me dirty and muffled out my sobs
Said I might as well let him have it all
No one else would want me, if they knew the truth
I was sixteen then, he was twenty-two
I believed you when you said he's the one and each time someone else came along
You wished me dead
You tried to kill me
When that didn't work, you tried to break me
Called me loser, fat and lazy
When I cried for help, you called me crazy
But why do you hate me? What did I do?
I'm just trying to live... don't you know that I'm you?
All the lies you believed made me toxic and weak
All the while that poor girl was soul-crushed underneath
As a hurt people she hurt people
And now she's the woman crying under the steeple
She was never accepted in your critical eyes
But now I see the way how she met her demise
She was worthy of love, but a tragedy broke
When she listened to you treat yourself like joke
Now she has more "I'm sorry"s she is needing to give
She broke many a heart on her way to forgive
And she spoke many words in a bitter type way
And she hurt ones she loved and she lost some, few stayed
But she's trying so hard, don't you see how she prays?
And she's not given up, though she's lost in the maze
And she's crying to God asking Him would He stay
And tell her what she's worth as she's running the race
Oh but, speak life to her and don't beat her again!
Stop.
Can't you remember the little girl she has been?
She had stars in her eyes and wore butterfly wings
Breathe.
Speak. Life. Over. Me!

You are beautiful.
You are also imperfect, and you've made mistakes
But God's been there every time your heart breaks
Sweet girl, stop and think before you talk
And stop, turn, run, don't self-destruct
You have a huge capacity to love
It was given you from God above
But don't use that power for yourself
Love itself does not seek its own
But your heart is deceitful, so come on home...

I accept you, forgive you for all that you are
And I'm sorry I hurt you, I left many a scar
And you should've gone dancing
And you should've worn shorts
And you should've known how much you truly were worth
Though you'll make more mistakes
I will nourish your mind
I will cherish you, girl...
We are one of a kind.
About the Creator
Mezmur
Rooted in Christian faith yet unafraid of human fragility, Mezmur writes as both survivor and worshipper. Her work invites readers to breathe again, to see that even in the deepest silence, Love remains.

Comments (3)
Wow D.S. this was outstanding and I felt every word. I love that the mention of the steeple was a foreshadow to where you would go to seek refuge later. Your ability to convey your thoughts and feelings and pull at our emotions is a skill that I am always pleased to come in contact with, and you’ve got it. I like even more that this was a poem written to yourself, how you talked about what others have done to that sweet girl, and how you ran back to yourself to run back to God. Amazing. I like that you also used the expression on your face to bring a second layer of depth to your words, great attention to detail. Well done D.S. 👏🏽👌🏽♥️
Ohh! this hits like a tidal wave—so raw, so unapologetically human. It's a mirror, a reckoning, and a healing prayer all in one. You capture the gut-wrenching fight with self-loathing and the fierce journey to self-love like no other. Every line feels alive, breaking, and rebuilding simultaneously. Honestly? This piece shouts survival, hope, and that deep, hard-earned kind of grace. Stunning work!😊✨
good one please Ma did you received something like this? 10 — as soon as you publish ten stories on Vocal. $5 — as soon as you like 15 random stories on Vocal. $50 — as soon as you publish 50 stories on vocal