I smell liquor again, the clock strikes four.
You’ve dug yourself a hole
I see you lying naked on the floor,
with no pride left in your soul.
Well babe I can’t take this anymore
I hurt from the push and pull.
Take your bag take your bottle and get out.
Didn’t stop waiting for you.
He never came when I'd cry and shout
only that monster shown through.
The bruises finally faded away.
I can tell everyone knows.
I’m sick of hiding from people all day.
The nausea never goes.
But you hit her, it’s time for me to say
that I will not take the blows.
Take your bag take your anger and get out.
Couldn’t stop the hurt from you.
No one would hear my cries and shouts
so now my strength will shine through.
Standing under the shower head I wait
to clean away all your dirt.
Didn’t know when you came passed the gate
how bad my body would hurt.
Why didn’t anyone help stop this fate?
My boyfriend . . . how could you Kurt?
Take your bag take your sick mind and get out.
I never thought this of you
Couldn’t you hear pain from my cry and shout?
I feel like my life is through.
Author notes
With all that our eyes see it's a shame. We see people in situations like this everyday but no one ever does anything. Chivalry of any kind must truly be dead.
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You kind of freaked me out... I was wondering if this had happened to you!
Interesting piece. It is sad.
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There has to come the time when one says, enough is enough, and we can only hope they get out. We know what's going on and can talk and beg them to get help, to leave, but until they see what is real, they will continue to live in a make believe world. Liked the flow, rhythm and rhyme in these lines, easy to read and understand.
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What's really sad are the ones who so heartlessly hurt these people.
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