Yesterday it was the gun pointed at my head, today it was the pounding of your fist wishing I was dead. Last week it was the knife pressed against my neck and the bruises on my chest how can I forget?
Last night you said you love me and was sorry for my pain, the night wasn’t over and we are fighting all over again. What will your excuse be this time for striking out at me I feel I’m running out of time, will I make it until next week?
I went to the bathroom opened the cabinet full of pills I could end this now and put and end to all your thrills. The thrills of beating me until I’m black and blue then laying over me with hate in my heart because of the things you do
My hair is falling my weight is low I fill like giving up can’t take anymore. The gun you drew on me I could use to take my own life, then it would be over I would have fought my last fight
But I heard that voice I have need of you. I know that your hurting and that you feel cheap, but if you could just hold on I have a real man for you to meet
His name is ‘Jesus’ my son sweet as the morning air and he's coming soon to get you out of there.
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