Hidden Hurt
Hidden Hurt
Awake in my bedroom,rigid with fear
The man i call Lover is coming so near
No sweet gentle touch is waiting for me
But the vile look of anger is all i can see.
What did i do wrong? Screams loud in my head
Was it somthing i did or somthing i said?
The blood pulses hotly inside my ears
The sweat rises sharply alerting my fears
I smile at him calmly,though its all a front
He twists up my face and recieve my first thump.
The fist keeps on coming again and again
I beg to myself to keep strong,feel no pain
But the pain overtakes and my head begins spinning
He's kicking and biting, no end, no beginning
A knife he gets out and holds up to my throat
And then i drift out, taken away by a boat
to a beautiful place in my dreams; i presume
Im no longer there in that terrible room.
A part of my mind has saved me for now
I cant know the reason, i can't tell you how
While my body was going through tortuous hell
My heart and my soul were keot safe and well.
The beating has stopped and he looks at me crying
I say its alright but we both know im lying
He says that he's sorry, that i made him do it
My eyes dead and hollow, i just agree to it
Too weak to object, self respect in the dirt
I just grin and bear it
My deep hidden hurt.
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