Madam-Omara - Student, General Artist | DeviantArt (original) (raw)

Literature

So Strong, So Brave, Not Broken

It was all a lie. He told me he loved me, Then took something that wasn’t his to take. I had to see him every day after that For two and a half years. Had to see him with other girls And wonder if they too had something stolen After all of that I had little respect for myself. How could I be so dumb? How could I believe his lies? How could I not see the monster that he had inside? I convinced myself that it was my fault. That I let it happen. A stupid girl who thought that someone like him would want. It took me years to finally tell someone. I was so afraid they wouldn’t believe or worse They wouldn’t want me cause of how broken I had become. But no, instead they held me in their arms And promised they would never see me as broken. They called me strong. They call me brave. How? How was I strong? How am I brave? I never spoke up about that day. I didn’t try to warn the other. No, instead I locked it all away and tried to pretend that I was fine. They let me scream, break down