I Never Said Goodbye

All the scars reminded her
of all the times she tried to cut him out
they never really had \"true love\"
through all the late night bruises and fights

I always used to hear him stammer in
completely hammered and booze ridin\'
you\'d hear the bedroom door slam shut
and then she\'d start to scream out

He took out his drunken rage on her
everynight that he came home late
days and months went by bitterly slow
and the beating she took only got worse

Soon he stopped coming home at night
she would stay up all late, tired,
waiting for him to come in
praying she wouldn\'t get beaten again

She stopped careing, loveing, feeling, living
all because of how he treated her

Two months later my mother took her life
sprawled across the kitchen floor,
remains of the open pill bottle
decorate a sea of blue colored tile

His face I did not see at the funeral
as hard as it was to see through tears
no one wanted him there anyway
but it made it harder knowing what he did

I never got to say goodbye,
I never told her I loved her.
Every minute I lie awake
I think of how our lives could have been perfect,
Just the way she always wanted.....