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This poem randomly splurged into my head whilst I was listening to Evanescence. Not entirely sure why Evanescence inspired a poem about domestic violence but hey ho…
Don’t you think you’ve had enough?
There’s almost nothing left of me.
Will you ever have enough,
whilst there’s something left to see?
I’m broken, bleeding, bruised;
you’re sleeping sweetly, unaware.
You smiled as I bruised;
left marks to show you care.
I think I’ve had enough,
what am I crying for?
I know I’ve had enough,
I can’t love you anymore.