You think you’re far too damaged,

That your best of days are gone,

But deep down I hope you know,

You could not be further wrong,

Since you’ve seen the sun shine bright again,

After long seasons of rain,

And you’ve seen the ocean calm itself,

After each massive hurricane,

You’re not alone here in your suffering,

Can’t you see the world has felt it too?

For how do you suppose our skies and oceans got so blue?

I once knew a girl,

Who’s heart was made of gold,

And everywhere that she went,

Guarded hearts would soon unfold,

And every place that she touched,

Flowers would all bloom,

And she could chase each lonely feeling,

Out of any darkened room,

She could drive away the sadness,

And cause a frozen heart to thaw,

She would paint the sky each morning,

But no one ever saw,

And no one ever thanked her,

For her warmth upon their skin,

Or for chasing away the demons,

From where their night-time’s breath had been,

So she thought she wasn’t needed,

She could leave and they’d not care,

But they had just taken her for granted,

Since her light was always there,

Because you never thank the ground,

Until you know what it feels to fall,

Or realize how much you need the sun,

...until it does not rise at all.

There are nights like this my pen falls silent,

And my paintbrushes lie still,

Not that I’ve emptied out my soul,

But that I fear I never will,

And tonight I feel much worse,

Because I keep bleeding out my heart,

Praying someone might find solace,

In the truth behind my art,

But when I show off my creations,

My heart sometimes feels weak,

As if the world looks at me and says,

Your soul speaks a language we don’t speak.

Did she give you her permission,

Or did you just decide,

That because you were a man,

You could now control her life,

Why can’t she wear that dress out,

Or spend the evening with her friend,

And when were you in charge of,

How much of her money she could spend,

You tell her that her career is wrong,

And there’s too much ink marked on her skin,

That her hair should be a tad longer,

And that her figure is too thin,

Tell me who are you to decide these things,

Who taught you this was love,

Who showed you that your hands were made,

For pushes, slaps and shoves,

Real men know that cowards,

Only make it so far in life,

And I pray you never have the satisfaction,

To have perfection as your wife.

I said I was a writer,

Then I saw scheming in your glance,

A plot to control my words forever,

And now this was your chance,

You clawed your way inside me,

Shot jet black ink through my veins,

Made sure that I would write of you,

Until I drove myself insane,

You longed to be my hero,

Like in the books you used to read,

Remembered as this big strong man,

That every damsel needs,

It was too late when you noticed,

The one mistake that you had made,

That a warrior might fight with swords,

But the pen’s a writers blade,

You can’t just shred my soul apart,

And then expect a loving rhyme,

You used your words as sharpened weapons,

And now it’s time I will use mine,

I trapped you in ink handcuffs,

Locked you behind my written bars,

And now you’ll be in my words forever,

As the monster that you are.

You saw her eyes through a window,

And walking in you felt her soul,

And selfishly you thought,

Maybe this girl could make me whole,

So you started throwing pebbles,

Begging her to let you in,

Until the signs of your affection,

Appeared as bruises on her skin,

But what you’d failed to notice,

When she finally let you in that night,

Was that her heart was made of gold,

And you failed to ever treat it right,

It’s like you wanted all her qualities,

All of her you wished to be,

You wanted her life to make yours better,

And her perfect personality,

So you decided to tear her life down,

Until she felt purposeless and small,

But now I know you realize,

You never deserved her love at all,

Since you still beg for her forgiveness,

For the shattered glass left on the floor,

But the saddest truth of all is,

You still think you’re owed much more.

I remember the confession,

And the dress I wore that day,

I will not forget the silence,

That sound never goes away,

I sat clothed in the bathtub,

Elbows to my knees,

As I watched the running water,

And told myself to breathe,

In that terrifying hour,

As I heard you go to bed,

I tried to comprehend,

All the words that you had said,

How easy you watched my tears fall,

And never even flinched,

It was constant fear I lived in,

Each time your fists were clinched,

My scars remind me every day,

Of something you made clear,

Hell must be empty,

Because the devils are all here.

"Your day" caused me to reminisce,

Of a day I had before, 

My dress was not as beautiful,

But I, too, was promised a love forevermore, 

My forever did not last long,

Barely four short years,

And the only thing I learned of love,

Was it should not instill such fear, 

I know today is about you,

And he's right, who am I to say?

For he's so proud to be with you,

As long as you act the right way,

I hope that every dream you have,

He's always there to cheer,

Of course I see your eye is blue,

But we can blame that on the beer,

I know that time he cheated,

You know will never happen twice,

You must know how much he loves you,

Since you can only seek his advice,

Yes I recall that beautiful day,

He recited his vows to you,

And I've heard all the times he's told you,

What you could or could not do,

Yes he's humiliated you in public,

But he said sorry for making you frown,

You say he's the perfect man there is,

He couldn't have meant to push you down, 

Yes, of course, he loves you,

I see the house he put you in,

Yes, your photos are beautiful,

We all know how happy you both have been,

I pray you always keep this love,

I have no wisdom to offer you,

I know you'll never end up like me,

Just a victim of abuse.

Don’t blame yourself for trusting,

Or loving with all your heart,

Since now you’ve learned to hate yourself,

Right down to an art,

It’s this world that’s become so hateful

And it worsens by the day,

But your faithful heart is beautiful,

Regardless of what they say,

Please stay true to who you are,

For one day you will know,

You made a difference in this world,

Because you did not lose your soul.

One day I hope you realize,

That he was just a boy,

Marriage was a word to him,

He juggled hearts like they were toys,

And it hurts, my God, it hurts to know,

Your love with just a lie,

And how easily he left his family,

With a simple wave “good-bye”,

But the victory has been won, my dear,

Your suffering is not is vain,

For the day will come when you wake up,

No longer in constant pain,

Time will heal these wounds somehow,

Every bruise and every word,

And you’ll use this pain to help another,

As a beacon to their hope,

But I know that this brokenness,

Is not something you’ll soon forget,

But cowards like him will never win,

At a game of Russian Roulette.