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To many times in my personal life...
I was passed over , never to become a wife....

Relationships that i poured my best in...
Only lies and i was drenched in sin...

Broken promises amounted in the highest digits...
Left me feeling used,dirty ,and rigid...

Wasted valuable years of my youth...
Struggling day by day to maintain love's proof...

Countless deadend paths...
Now i'm wondeing if he feels my wrath...

Feeling my way blindly through the dark...
Is there a light at the end of the tunnel with a spark...

left with only memories of failed relationships ....
Many pieces of my self worth scattered in clips...

Gave him an extension of my affection and love...
when can i release my inner dove...

Rough side of the heartbreak mountain...
Constantly searching for a youth fountain...

Surrounded by self-destruction,torment ,and pain...
Wounds never healing,no emotional gain...

Constant tug-a-war with kin...
Tell me when will i feel beautiful in my own skin?...

Battered ,scared,wounded and cheated...
The battle was lost ,but still i'm not defeated...

It's now harsh dealing with reality...
You made your own bed is more than a technicality ...

Wearing your heart on your sleeve ,how about shame?...
Never validated,only the cause or the blame...

Turned inside out ,upside down,trying to release...
When will this nightmare cease...

Am i justified in thinking at times ,i was a victim...
Or should i use my anger to beat him....

Wait let me open my door,put my life on hold again...
This heart has no room for your pain...

(c) Written by Rochelle Harrell  9/20/09