Fall onto the floor
Run into the door
You're cut and you're bruised
And he's fucking amused
Why do you let him do these things to you?
Why can't you see...?
Now you're starting to bleed
He hits you again
When will it end?
Now it's yourself that you can't defend.
It's you that he's on
You wish he was gone
He's having his fun
But you grab your gun
One single shot, and his life is done.
Author notes
The funny part about this poem is that I wrote it to the tune of one of Panic! At The Disco's songs "9 In The Afternoon" or something like that.
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