You Think You'Re Tough

I was hurt and you left me there, You walked out like you didn’t care. “I’m doing out to have a drink Be back in about an hour I think.” I cried myself to sleep alone, When I woke up he still wasn’t home. I tried to close my eyes again, But sleep just wasn’t happenin’. So I got up and put my shoes on, The walk to the bar isn’t long. When I got there, he hugged and kissed me, When I didn’t want to drink, he up and dissed me. I turned around and went back home, He tried to call me on the phone. I got to the door and took out the key, It turns out that he followed me. The next thing I know, I was on the ground, He was throwing me around. He picked up the mattress and the box spring, And threw it on top of me like it weighed nothing. For some reason I couldn’t cry. My mind was racing trying to figure out why. Before I had time to figure it out, He just about knocked me out. My head hit hard against the frame of the door, But that wasn’t it, he wanted more. Once again I tried to rise, And I saw the hatred in his eyes. I got up and tried to grab my phone, And he yelled at me with an evil tone. He then trapped me and I could not leave, He punched me hard, I could barely breathe. And then he just walked away. What he was thinking I still cannot say. The next thing I know I was back on the floor, He had caught me on my way out the door. I told him just to let me leave, So he can calm down, so he could breathe. My head had already begun to pound, From our yelling and screaming and me hitting the ground. Three hours of this torture had past, How much longer could this last? Then all of a sudden he stopped and let me leave, Oh thank you god I am so relieved. I was hurt and all bruised up, Where should I go was my next thought. I just wanted to be alone; To think about what just went on. He came outside and knelt by my feet, And begged for me not to leave. “I love you, I’m sorry, what can I do? You’re my heart and I love you!” I love him to I thought to myself, No one can imagine the pain I felt. That’s when I looked into his eyes, He had just begun to cry. I had to put myself first, And analyze my self worth. I wanted to jump back into his arms, He couldn’t have met any harm. But I realized I had to walk away, With these last words to him I say, “Get up off the ground and get your stuff, I’m glad that you think your tough. Pack your bags, you need to leave, I want a real man that won’t beat on me.”