The Loser, My Abuser

I think he is going to kill me Tomorrow I might just be history I hear his voice "Come out Samantha this isn't a choice!" I peer around the corner and say "I'm here, please please go away." He grabs my arm and drags me forward I want to run away but still I move toward The man who is full of hate The fact that he's drunk seals my fate He slaps me across the face I try to run, but this isn't a race He grabs me, and throws me down My head bounces off the ground I try to crawl away But he kicks me hard and there I stay He looks me over, he seems to be done For tonight he's had his fun