Untitled by Jo
I lie awake
Looking at the ceiling
I made yet another mistake
Why can't I just get it right?
Then the torture will fade
No more disappointed looks
That I made
No more slaps
I just want the look of glee
Or to be told that I'm forgiven
One thing that he'll never give to me
To be needed
Would be great
And not for me to be pleaded
To keep low
And to do as he says
Or he'll do something he regrets
But yet it's still my fault
It's never forgive and forget
The tiniest thing I do wrong
He makes me pay for it
I can't be strong
I'm not like that
He's turning me into a right wreck
I'm always agitated now
Well what's the heck?
What's more slaps going to do?
The damage is already done
Maybe not on the outside
But definitely on the inside