A MURDERER.
As I watched the days go by,
I saw myself slowly die.
I lived in constant fear,
Of what’s about to happen,
I couldn’t think clear,
I couldn’t even imagine.
I used to have bruises as big as the Sun,
He used to tell me to never tell anyone.
All the promises were nothing but farce,
All the hopes closed up in vacuumed jars.
I remember him being drunk one night,
As I watched in complete shock and fright,
Him punching the wall with utter disdain,
And then telling me “Never Again”.
Throughout the pain that I endured,
Throughout the injuries that never cured,
One thing that I learnt of value was that-
To never give in and to always fight back.
With anger filled upto the brim,
I am proud of what I did to him.
Proud of saving myself from that psychopath,
Proud to gain all my confidence back.
“A murderer” they call me,
But people say what they wanna say.
And if they hang me to death,
I’ll take that over the endless pain any day.
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