If I could say everything I wanted to say, and everything that needed to be said
It would come out like a vile liquid of a bulimic, and this would be 1,000 pages long..
I have so much to say, but no way to get it out..
I have a hard time talking ya’ know? Words have always been a problem for…
He built her up,
Just to knock her down.
He striped her bare,
And pushed her to the ground.
He forced the young girl to show him,
Parts of her she didn’t want anyone to see.
And when she made him angry,
He turned her skin black, blue, and green.
Her cheeks where coated with tears,
She couldn’t hold them in.
Her eyes were full of fear,
But she still had to kiss him.
He hurt her and he broke her.
He put her down and him above.
And even though she’s left him.
She still thinks it was love.