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domestic abuse
Why suffer in silence not saying a word
Battered and bruised people would find it absurd, That's probably why I never spoke a word.
It comes out of nowhere, just with a swift kick
Into the groin with one precise hit ,
Down to your knees in the blink of an eye In excruciating pain as you give out a cry, The pains that bad you think you will die.
Down on your back as she rains down on you
Roll on your side protecting yourself is all you can do,
Curled up in a ball like a baby in the womb The agony of this can't end too soon. To save your looks hands are placed
Shaking with fear over your face,
Blow after blow I can't take any more
A human punch bag is that all I'm good for?
Now comes the hammer straight to the chest
I hear a rib crack, my anger suppressed,
But all I can do is try and protect
Myself from the blows, one after another,
How much more do I have to suffer?
Twenty minutes pass she still hasn't done
Stops for a minute then continues her fun,
She's gets her kicks out of making me squeal
I say have you finished she reply's “you for real?".
She walks to the kitchen I breathe out a sigh
Surely that's it now the question of why?
Does she subject me to such a cruel life?
I look up she's returned with what I think is a knife.
My heart nearly stops then I manage to see
It's a screwdriver now she waves in front of me,
I know what is coming as I try to stand
She lashes out losing balance I land,
Back on the floor at the mercy of this bitch
Blow after blow the screwdriver hits,
But she is too clever not to break my skin
Just bruises to show and the pain locked within.
She starts to get tired and lets the screwdriver fall
As I lay bruised and battered down on the floor, what the fuck possesses you to do such a thing
She turns with a smile and says that I bring -It all on myself.
I say that you're crazy and want locking up
She says tell who you want I don't give a fuck,
I am going to report you to the police
She turns round to say, who the fuck will they believe.
I stop for a second and think yes she is right
Me this big man the victim, to a girl built so slight,
I feel sick now inside knowing day after day
I'm just going to have to take the beatings she throws my way
All I can do is hope and pray that one day she'll stop or I'll walk away
