Abuse by Gabi
For Little Mo et al.
A hit a knock a cut a bruise,
No matter what I always lose,
Try to be strong, try to remain calm,
As the grip tightens upon my arm.
He spins me round I hit the wall,
He hoists me up before I fall,
He holds me as I hover there,
My head is bleeding, he doesn't care.
He lets go, I fall to the floor,
I close my eyes as he comes back for more,
I open my mouth and try to speak,
My throat is dry my voice too weak.
I close my eyes, as I see what's coming,
The physical pain is slowly numbing.
His hard leather shoe into my leg,
I think I'd rather just be dead.
When will he stop when will it end,
I'm helpless now and need a friend,
No one knows what goes on inside,
Left alone I try to survive.
It's over now for this time at least,
The help lines say 'just call the police'
But they're not there,
they don't see If I let slip
he'll murder me.