Walking Alone
I used to wish I made a difference in his ife,
I thought it possible, since I was labeled his wife.
But it is sad to admit that I'm just being used,
I'm constantly treated poorly and verbally abused.
I have lost the joy of waking everyday,
Now in my spare time I quietly pray.
I ask for strength to be strong and make it stop,
But when comes home from work, my heart will drop.
Nervousness and feeling constant fear is all I know,
He always hurts me emotionally, it feels like a hard blow.
At his feet I beg to have that life I deserve and need,
But he tells me I'm selfish and full of greed.
Why does he see me in such a bad light,
I began to pray that my soul is taken during the night.
But the morning comes and I deal with another day,
Of sadness and listening to the harsh words that he'll say.
I walk alone in this world of sadness and misery,
No one knows what I deal with because I'll never let them see.
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