I’ve seen the ugly,
I’ve watched the one I love torture my heart and the heart of my children because he was in pain.
I sat back and and just took the verbal beatings and collected emotional scars, watched my children’s hearts bleed.
I let it break me down and cause me to lash out.
I defended the pain caused at the hand of my lover like it was a pain I deserved.
I became ugly and let it corrode my heart and mind.
Then I cried for help I didn’t actually want.
My eyes were open to their pain, my heart ached for their future and my daughter’s face in my place came to mind.
I was setting her up to be right here enduring the same unnecessary pain.
The buck stops here!