Statistic
My rock is gone
With hopes and dreams
Leaving me here
Life splitting at the seams.
He gave me words of love
And showed actions of hate
Restored to me my life
Made me think we were fate.
An argument here
A harsh word there
But always returning
With his previous love and care.
Now I'm free of him
And try not to go ballistic
But if my life stays the same
I think I'll become the next statistic.
Copyright © Hunter Ware | Year Posted 2010
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