Strike1 Strike2 Strike3 I'M Out
Strike 1 Strike 2 Strike 3 I’m Out
The first strike caught me by surprise,
You swore it would never happen twice,
How could i know it was all just more lies,
I provoked you, so I deserved the black eyes,
The mental taunts replay again and again
I bruise and bleed from the beatings i obtain
But who am i, how dare i think i can complain
I am useless, worthless, and completely insane,
The drugs i take make me a liar i’m the one deluded,
You love me why would you make me feel persecuted
I should be thankful your willing to stand by my side,
I make you so angry, with my so called cheating and lies,
Your iron fists beat down so hard, but you cant cease,
Proclaiming i deserve it, a selfish ungrateful beast,
This time I fear this will end in me being deceased,
You ignore my anxious pleas stop i beg for peace,
I soon learn to shut my mouth and look at the floor,
I tip toe and creep because i cant take much more,
Physically i have become numb to every single strike,
You keep me hidden isolated completely out of sight,
You have to have full control slowly destroying me,
You get pleasure playing games which no one can see,
Its at these times you only seem happy to be with me,
When i’m In pain and kept away from my family,
I stay, hope and pray, things will change and get better,
As time goes by you seem to despise me more than ever,
But i could never leave, i’m not allowed, not now, not ever,
Where would i go, no one would have me, i am his forever!
Copyright © Sarah Cope | Year Posted 2019
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