Sigh
Your words they cut worse than a knife.
You push and you shove me around in life.
You yell, you scream but it's still not enough.
I tell myself, "I just need to get tough".
You never are happy unless I'm in tears.
Just how much longer, how many years.
You corner me watching me fall to my knees.
I beg, I plead... Oh God please...
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