Painful Memory

The sooner you leave the better I can breath. When you stand behind me watching every move I make, making sure no mistakes are made. I can feel your breath on my neck, it sends a shiver down my back. Thinking what will happen next. Will I be thrown across the room, choked, beaten? I pray to God that some how he will get you away but God doesn't hear me pray. As my head goes into the wass, I can feel warm blood rush, into my hand, I limp slowly away, tring to find my way to my room where I may rest, but you chase after me, hold me back, as I try to fight back. You relize you got the best of me, you walk slowly away. I count your foot steps, to make sure your gone, then slowly I, get up and look straight ahead, wishing the bash was harder so I could be dead. Crawling softly to bed, I lay my sleepy head, to rest. I fall slowly asleep until the morning comes, and awakens my beaten soul.