memories of hell


If I tell you my story, would you believe me
If I showed you my scars, would you hide me
people say I'm beautiful when they see me
but what they don't realize is,
I have a beautifully broken body!

all the lies and the pain turn into anguish-
as it washes over me.
suffocating in the abyss of despair
I try to clean of the stains left from the
bloodshed and turmoil, you've caused.

but I can't!

I cry and cry until I'm left drowning...
in my own agony.
my body smothered in bruises, and scars from our wars
my body is tainted...
my body, tainted by the story it tells,
by my memories from hell!

I want to erase them, erase the scars from my skin
remove the patches of "black and blue" tissue
and replace them with cute tattoos
but I can't get rid of them, I won't
cause they each tell a story and remind me why I left.
they're tainted as am I
my body is tainted...
my body, tainted by the story it tells,
by my memories of hell!

my mind tries to process this, what has happened, all of it
but it's damaged, beaten, and shattered!
my spirit left me the moment I took him back-
when first laid his hands on me.
there's nothing left of me now,
nothing!
nothing but the story, my story.
the story my body tells... after all my body is tainted
my body, tainted by the story it tells,
by my memories of hell!

(and I'll never forget!)

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it's a bout a woman in an abusive relationship and she barely escapes it alive!