March 11, 2012
By , Landenberg, PA
My head is pounding, the room is spinning,
This fight we're in, you seem to be winning.
In a tight grasp you hold me back,
Tell me you love me and then you attack.
Beat till I'm numb, and can't take any more,
Bruises and welts..with my clothing left torn.
Along with my life as the tears begin to fall,
I could have gotten away from it all.
Before I got to know the person behind that sweet smile,
With eyes so deep I'd get lost for a while.
But the real demon lies behind all of that
It'll take a while to fill in these cracks..
If I can get away and leave it all in the past,
Maybe just maybe I'll make my life last.

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