Every time I walk into that door
the past arrives
on that night I didnt knock && he called her a wh**e and made her soar.
I thought that night was going to be the last.
She was sick of the black eyes
and tiered of sitting in a puddle of lies
but she lacked the courage to say stop
&&prayed today wouldnt be the last.
She started to keep a journal
hoping an angle would come upon it
and save her from this dreadful place she called a home
but she soon realized her case was to hard to keep fighting
