love hurt sometimes...

It should not,
but love hurts sometimes.

and sometimes it hurts you badly,
broken,bruised and battered;
ego lying broken
shardsof glass upon a floor.

but wait, there's more...
as a domestic abuser-
they will insist to everything that
theycan to guilttrip you into staying,

Guess what?
The answer is simple..Love itself-
it should not fell like the terror of Hell.

Love itself does not control your everything,
Love may help you if it is true-
However if Loves leaves you

black and very blue,
crumpled on, a floor-
telling you everything you do/or have done,
to push your man-(or woman)-your abuser into
attacking you, verbally, physically or worse-

Then thre is a chance of domestic abuse.

If you are in that scenario, im sorry dear,
but itis'nt love,
it isactually war.

So  packed yoursef a bag,
and getthe heck out.
That's the only choice you have left

tired and wore out by Emily Sturgill

Tired and wore out, wore down,

exhausted both mentally and physically-

ill both mentally and physically.

Somethings just not right

i had another panic attack

last night.

the ones where i forget

the simplistic natural art

of breathing in and out.

gasping, groaning, doing

a freak out.

I'm not sure what triggered it??/

a little bit of nothingness-

a whole lot of everything.

Just really starting to feel,

the flip side of the coin

less than ideal.

the side with the sad face,

instead of a smiley happy face.

the sorrow i keep gathered

under my bed of feathers

sorrow breeds depression

while depression breeds discontent,

resulting into an

overabundance of frustrated tears.

I am just hoping,

and praying that /

this time will be different/

please do not let things

remain unhinged.

if they do,

i will surely break again,

right down the middle,

split in half.....

my bipolar skin-case

for all the world to see

to create a mockery

of me and my crazy-train

i rode in on.

but still lingers the sparse flower,

the reddest rose, itself contains

a glimmer of hope

for me to cling onto

yet beware the thorns.

yes, beware the thorns,

beware the thorns.

they are real,

and they make us bleed.