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JUST WHAT ?

JUST want me to
JUST leave you alone
JUST so you can
JUST get on with your life
JUST so you can hate
JUST by finding fault in me
JUST by assuming
JUST who I am
JUST because you can
JUST so you will feel
JUST to validate
JUST how you treat me
JUST in alienating me
JUST because my imperfections
JUST don’t meet your
JUST idea of who I should be
JUST to qualify
JUST for your acceptance
JUST for your forgiveness?
JUST was having
JUST a thought
JUST for today.
JUST deal with it
JUST for a little while.
JUST playing.
JUST joking.
JUST accept me
JUST as I am
JUST as I do for you.
JUST saying
JUST do it.
JUST be real.
JUST be JUST!

GhostWing
(Your only FEAR should be the CHOICES you make.)

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You are my Spirit.
With you I know I’m never rejected.
You are my Spirit.
By the poison of abuse, you’re never infected
You are my Spirit.
I see you when my eye is swollen and blue
You are my Spirit.
Together, there’s nothing we can’t do
You are my Spirit.
Beside me to when I’m falling
You are my Spirit.
Inspiring me to answer my freedom’s calling
You are my Spirit.
We’ve been together for so long
You are my Spirit.
We make each other strong
You are my Spirit.
I’m full of love, with you inside
You are my Spirit.
Existing in me, like groom and bride
You are my Spirit.
Using understanding to relieve my pain
You are my Spirit.
Whispiring soflty, bringing peace to my brain
You are my Spirit.
There all the time during my abused day
You are my Spirit.
When all abuse is finished, together we pray
You are my Spirit.
Our God tells us what to do
You are my Spirit.
I can’t go forward without you
You are my Spirit.
Lookig ahead at what will be done
You are my Spirit.
Together you and I can stand as one
You are my Spirit.
Never did you break, you could only bend
You are my Spirit.
Giving me courage to make the abuse end
You are my Spirit.
About “us”, Survivors will brag & boast
You are my Spirit.
Now I’m complete, no longer a Ghost.

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Your only FEAR should be the CHOICES you make.

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I WAIT

I wait:
For you to get home, hoping that you’ll be in a good mood, knowing that in the end, it won’t make a difference.

I wait:
Watching you, all the while knowing that you’ll scream at me then push, hit, poke, punch, slap me before the night is over.

I wait:
For you to see that you have beaten love to a pulp and it doesn’t live in this house anymore, if it ever did. I “thought” I had it in the beginning, until, too late, I realized it was just a way for you to “lure” those like me.

I wait:
Wondering why you “keep” apologizing for the pain you “keep” giving and “keep” giving and “keep” giving. Please get “tired” of giving me “your” love early tonight. I need some more time to “recover” from last night’s “pain orgy”.

I wait:
Shrinking from the inevitable pain you start giving me now that you’ve knocked me to the floor. The shoes that I bought for you with my “real blood”, “fear sweat”, and many tears kick me as I look up at the “smiling anger” on your face and wonder why is “killing me” bringing you such abnormal satisfaction.

I wait:
Wishing some passerby outside the house would hear my “screams” and your “shouts” thru the broken windows and be compassionate enough to get involved just long enough to save my life by calling 911.

I wait:
Inspecting my body to see if I’m damaged enough to go to the Hospital, my only “safe oasis” away from you. I lie to them for “your” sake and safety all the while praying that I can “stay” for mine.

I wait:
In the car, waiting for you to start the engine so I can hear the radio and tune out you telling me it’s all “my” fault. AGAIN! And, you’re so right, huh. Do you really expect me to believe that this is what “I” made you do”?

I wait:
Hating the fact that you still expect me to do things for you, with this “new” cast on my “old” broken arm, after we get to that torture chamber you call “home”

I wait:
Counting the minutes that tick by slowly, contemplating whether or not the sleeping pills I crushed and poured in your drink will keep you knocked-out long enough for me to get some sleep after I cry in peace.

I wait:
To get into the passing lane on the “interstate” in the car donated to me by a “friend” and a trunk packed with items on the “safety plan” they gave me.

I wait:
NO MORE! NO MORE! now
I “escape”! I “survive”! I “RISE”!
…♥ ♥ ♥ {GhostWing

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Your only FEAR should be the CHOICES you make.

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