Broken In A Way Id Never Been Broken Before Poem by krystal vincent

The abuse was much worse than what you thought. It hurt in a way i cant really explain. Hitting punching choking til there was nothing left of me. Broken in a way that no one else had broken me. Vulnerable. Left out in the open with shame. Scared fearing for my life and what was going to happen next.insecure. not feeling pretty enough not feeling good enough feeling worthless.
Walking around town not saying anything to anyone about it. Going home for another beating. Not feeling loved feeling alone and feeling Hated unprotected finally said something to someone they made excuses. For him some didn't. Believe. Me being rediculed rejected again. An outcast.
Starving for. Attention Crying fighting to keep controll of my mind. Trying to keep the relationship Alive. Feeling like ending it all just to get away. Feeling like dying. Dying on the inside screaming on the inside, just wanting this pain out. Not a place to lay my head. Only the ground to sleep on. No food in my belly. Hungry as heck. With him and with out him a pregnant homeless wreck. Its normal for me to not get treated with respect. People talking down to me. People all around me.with no compassion. Not knowing where to go. Not have anywhere to turn. All by myself in this world of regrets.