You call me names, You curse me out, When I make you mad, You scream and shout, I know you love me, and I know you care, there’s times when you show it, but those times are rare, I hardly get to see you, but the times that I do, You’re either drunk or high, but baby.. I still love you, You hit me a lot, but its because I do you wrong, I must do you wrong plenty, since these bruises stay for so long I keep my feelings locked up inside, the bruises and scars, I try to hide, When the doctor asked, who gave these bruises to me I didn’t tell them it was you baby I told them it was me, I don’t know if they believed me, but they put this needle in my arm, Baby I pray that when Im gone they will do you no harm, Baby Im getting scared, I look around and you’re no where to be found as I take my very last breath, I go peacefully, without you, to my death. Has this poem touched you?
Posted on: Tue, 11 Mar 2014 10:59:58 +0000
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