You Think It Doesn’t Hurt Me!
You think I’m going to be here, every time you call my name.
You think you can treat me heartlessly and I should carry the blame.
You think the brutal words you utter, should bounce off easily.
You don’t think it should harm me, when you do these things to me.
Oh it does hurt my darling skeptic one, my feelings and my soul.
And all those things you do and say takes a mighty toll.
It hurts my tender spirit and depletes the gentle part of me.
I want to run away and hide and set my spirit free.
You promised consistently, that everything would change.
You would be much kinder and everything would rearrange.
So I believed you, for that’s what my heart wanted to do.
Until the very next time, which I barely made it through.
So my darling skeptic one, I want to make this clear.
I will no longer take the abuse, for I will not be here.
You can rant and rave alone, where you like to dwell.
And I will find my happiness, absent from your hell.
Written by,
Bonnie May
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