Breaking free

He’s screams
He hits
He calls me names
He cheats
He spits
All he does is bring me pain
I cry I wipe
I feel like nothing will be the same
I pray everyday for God to come my way
I turn every corner all I can see are people laughing and judging me.
No one to turn no one to talk to holding my daughters hand the one I only have .
We run away from all the pain 8 months pregnant I see life isn’t a game
Young and dumb I call myself
2 kids I have and no one else .
Young I am that is what they call me
I used to be the beauty queen
The cheerleader
How happy I used to be
Until I met you
And how you turned me
How I have to my happiness are my kids .
We leave far away to be happy
All that bring me smile and peace are my kids being happy .