I couldnt believe it,
The first time you clenched your hands around my neck,
A feeling i never thought i would feel,
A feeling i never thought i would have to receive,
You were angry at me because of LIES other people were saying about me.
I forgave you.
The second time, it wasnt just my neck,
It was my arms too. Bruises, black ones.
I cant even remember what it was for,
I cant even remember why you dont it.
I forgave you.
The third time, a pillow over my face,
hands round my neck,
And again, i dont even know what i done wrong.
The forth time, a handful of my hair,
You stompted on my stomach, a pillow over my face.
The fifth, and probably not the last time,
Friday 4th July,
You threw me down the stairs, brusied both arms,
Bruised my legs, Pulled out chunks of my hair,
Touched me sexually, kissed my neck, and didnt let me go home until sunday. You made me suffer for 2days straight.
Yet, ill still come back, because stupidly, i love you.
I'll get thin, i'll get ill, and hopefully.. Someone will save me.
