Girl I Once Was

These clenched, bloody fists of mine
Have left you bruised a hundred times
They act on their own as I strike
Aimed for the jugular and the heart
You might expect an apology
But haven’t you learned not to expect much
From the broken misused doll
From the girl I once was?

 

These clenched, bloody fists of mine
Have left you addicted to morphine
When they beat your broken skin
The venom runs erratic through your veins
I want to thank you for this new life
You give me the spark to push on
To be the broken misused doll
To be the girl I once was.

 

These clenched, bloody fists of mine
Have left you dead on the ground
They’re hard to stop once they start
They move for the kill and they’re quick
I’ll deliver you an impressive eulogy
It’s the least I can do
Being the broken misused doll
Being the girl I once was.

 

These clenched, bloody fists of mine
Have turned against me time and time again
They have a mind of their own
As I scream for forgiveness that will never come
I don’t expect to live through this
I know better than to think these hands can save
The hands of a broken misused doll
The hands of the girl I once was.

 

These clenched, bloody fists of mine
Beg to hold onto yours one last time
Who knows if you’ll accept their pleas
Their abusive days are over, long gone
I have no right to expect much from you
But it’s better to have hope to keep me going
As the broken misused doll
As the girl I once was.
 

Reviews

[siri]

this poem is brilliant you have captured your emotion flawlessly you make it seem almost simple which is really hard to do. i love this piece thank you so much for the read this poem i think i will find myself comeing back to time and time again : ) again awesome job!!!!! im looking forward to reading more!