| copyright Samatha
Swanson 2004 |
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Damn the Cycle
Smash it to pieces
Rip it apart and throw it away
Why does it continue?
You’re not just afraid of him
You are afraid of his friends
If he will hit you so will they.
Its alright, better you than another
If I just stay with him it will change
Ouch that last one hurt
There is blood coming from somewhere
I cannot find it.
Maybe it is just a little nick.
No there is more blood than that.
It is flowing out like cheap wine
Hey look, that’s me.
Why am I not moving? He is coming
I have to leave now I cannot stay
I am away now.
He cannot reach me any more
I was wrong
He can find me anywhere I go
He called today and told me to come home
I don’t want to come home.
I go home and tell him to go away
He hits me, and it catches a rib.
Quickly run away and don’t look back
He called and apologized today
He said he wanted to make it right
He was sorry for hurting me like he did
I cannot forgive him this time
It is the end. I am free.
What do I do now?
I do not trust anyone anymore
I guess I will have to learn again.
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