To Hell and Back
I didn't say that!
I wasn't there!
Oh no not again
Let go of my hair
Please don't shout
Don't cause a scene
Just leave me alone
Don't be so mean
He lunges forward
His hands grip my neck
Everything goes black
As I hit the deck
How long has passed?
My children are crying
I'm on the floor
Am I dying?
It's hard to breathe
My neck is bruised
It hurts so much
To be abused
Is he there?
Has he gone?
Are we safe?
It goes on and on!
My biggest fear
For my children and I
I'll go out in a bag
I don't want to die!
He says he loves me
What would he know?
I'm just his toy
We have to go!
The last time we left, he cried
Don't leave, please don't go
Then he shouted abuse
I'll kill you, you know
I tried so hard
For all those years
Too much heartache
Too many tears
For twelve long years
The torment, the pain
At times I thought
I would go insane
To pick up the pieces
To start anew
The hardest thing
To have to do
We're doing OK
My children at my side
Peace at last
We don't have to hide
We're Free!!
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