Hell

Why the hell do you do this to me?
You say you love me,
But your actions don't show it.
Why do you shout those insane words
at me when I didn't even do anything wrong?
It's like you're choking me to death.
You're mixing up my emotions.
You're changing me.
You're controling me.
I don't understand what's going on.
I was a sweet innocent girl.
But you, the monster.
You changed me so my eyes are full of fiery and fire.
I hate it.
I hate you.
Every where I go with you, I see Hell walking a step ahead of me.
It's going to swallow me whole.
And I don't know what to do.
You make me feel so empty inside.
Hell fills my emptiness.
It's infront of me, behind me, surrounding me.
I don't even know what's right or wrong anymore.
Life is just one big blur now.
So please, stop choking me.
Stop walking on my heals,
Take a step aside.
Let me be me.
Let me controll my life.
I'm tired of this bull shit.
This Hell.
I want to be me.
I'm tired of trying to be perfect.
I'm tired of YOU.

by Lauren Meredith Gould

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Well said Lauren. I can feel the emotion it took to write this, and the emotion that is filled inside of this poem. If he is that controlling, then I would definitely say it's time to find someone who isn't, and will treat you with respect and the lady that you are. I can feel the hurt in here as well. Thanx for sharing, Lauren and I hope this isn't an everyday thing. Barbara