Abuse
It’s a punch or slap and sometimes a kick
Most nights he makes it quick
You try to stay out of trouble
But sometimes that makes things worse and you get beat double
He tells you he loves you time after time
He really is the lowest form of grime
Yet you always take him back
It’s really sad how much strength you lack
It’s like you want to be hurt; like you’re asking for it
You just sit there and take it not saying quit
It hurts me to see the bruises and pain
Really what sick satisfaction does he gain
He hurts an innocent girl without a care
This kind of evil is horrible and rare
He’s going to kill you if you don’t fight
Why can’t you see this relationship is not right
One day you’re going to be six feet under
I’ll be standing at your grave in the rain and thunder
Don’t you see he’s not just hurting you
Having to watch it hurts me too
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