Feeling defeated… exhausted… mistreated.
Living a life of being controlled.
And it has finally taken its toll.
What did I expect?
I just needed him to protect.
Now I’m in too deep.
And he won’t let me leave.
But like my father said…
I made my bed.
This is all my fault.
Although I was never really taught.
It’s too late now.
All I can do is keep my head bowed.
xo, Janice Avilla