Setting Myself Free

This is a poem I wrote about an abusive relationship from my past.

I will be gone tomorrow,

but do you even know why?

Do you see my pain and sorrow?

Do you hear me cry?



My insides feel rotten.

Straight to the core.

The person I was; forgotten.

Every day; a little more.



For years I have lived with heartache,

not knowing how much I could handle.

Always wondering what noise I will make

while you snuff out my life's candle.



The light inside has gone and died,

but you could not care less.

No more, will I run and hide,

I can't live inside this mess.



When you come home tonight,

don't pretend to weep.

For you, always wanting to fight,

is the reason that I sleep.



No longer will you have the power.

You will not control me.

This is my final hour.

I am setting myself free.