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.
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