My cry for help
I cry for help before it's too late,
I lay alone in the darkness as I hope for the best, the might of his fist feels like a stinging bee, the power of his kick stops my soul, the fire in his eyes makes me want to go blind,
but my cry for help can not be found. I need help but no one sees my pain. He won't let me leave him, won’t stop hurting me. He is abusive and controlling, he pushes me around and my body rolls with aches I don't think I can save myself, someone please listen to my cry for help before it’s too late
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