Don't tell me that you understand, don't tell me that you know~
Don't tell me how I will survive, how I will surely grow.
Don't tell me this is just a test, that I am truly blessed,
That I am chosen for this task apart from all the rest.
Don't come at me with answers that can only come from me~
Don't tell me how my grief will pass, that I will soon be free.
Don't stand in pious judgment of the bonds I must untie~
Don't tell me how to suffer, don't tell me how to cry.
My life is filled with selfishness, my pain is all I see~
But I need you and I need your love unconditionally.
Accept me in my ups and downs, I need someone to share~
Just hold my hand and let me cry and say
"My friend~~~ I care."
So many times, when we ~cry on another's shoulders~ they pat us lovingly on the back and say
there, there everything will be all right...
or one that really bites.....yea i know what you mean, i've been there...
UNLESS they've faced the horrors themselves HOW ON EARTH do they know the devastation,
humiliation, degradation, and dehumanizing effects that domestic abuse has on
one's self esteem, personal pride, soul, and every other human feeling or attribute that could have
ever possibly grown into something sweet that now lay dying!
if you want to help me....REALLY help me....
then CRY WITH ME!
how about this one...
dry your tears dear...it'll all be better in the morning...YEA RIGHT!
i'm supposed to 'be over the hurt, pain, heartache, of these past (x) years
overnight???
i live with a disease ~NOT CONSTIPATION!~
{i live with Domestic Violence...it's a disease... }
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