Why do you hate me with the passion that you do
When I have done nothing to deserve this from you
I think it's because you love me that you hit me so
But I will always love you, I hope that you know
It's because you want the best for me that you beat me until I swell
That slight limp in my ankle stings, but I will never tell
You love me and that's why you make me cry
I know the bruised will go away, and that's why I don't mind
But the bruises in my heart never seem to fade
I ease my pain and relax myself saying everything's okay
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
have been where you are - be confident enough to leave... before it's too late. an abuser is never truly sorry, and it will never get better - it will never stop unless you leave.