I open my eyes and look behind a wooden door I can’t shake the feeling that I’m getting ignored
silent cry’s through the night he said if I hear one cry we gonna fight tonight
a slap to the face, a punch to the head, a kick to the stomach, a stave to the heart
he say’s we’ll never be apart it must make him proud to see me frown
I always had doubt but it was never that far out
I should have left when he throw the first hit
now all he does is treat me like shit
when I tried to head out he screams and shout
you know what they say
(for better for worse, for rich or poor, to sickness and health, to DEATH DO US PART)
you f@$* with me I mess with your heart
I’d say you already did he said then I’ll f@$* up your head
so go ahead and try to leave the next place you’ll live is under the sea
he said so take a set and try to look neat
I go into the room instead and cry as I lay in the bed
he kicks down the door and said (what did I say you whore)
my mind is in shock as I try to block
the first punch he missed then he kicks and kicks
as I bleed all over the bed I only hope and pray
it’s all over this is one big horror
he says shhh the next door would hear us
so I screamed and screamed to make sure they did
to let them now to call the cops my boyfriend keeps beating me none stop
so I open my eyes and look behind a wooden door I can’t shake the feeling I’m getting ignored
as I’m laying in the hospital bed the doctor said you’ve should of been dead
they said I’m really lucky to survive this horrible fight now I gotta deal with this horrible sight,
for the rest of my life
I thank god for keepin me alive and the person who did this serves a sentence of life.
I Never Knew It Could Happen To Me
By: Sakiria Henry (View Profile)
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I know how it feels to be a teen in domestic violence.It doesnt get any easier it hurts so much that you almost can't take it.Just because you loved with all of your heart and deep down inside you still care even though you dont want to.But it does get better and you start to heal.And as time goes by you begin to get less hurt and more angry.And personally id rather be angry than hurt.I believe that it is going to be okay and i hope you do too.I didnt finish the rest of my story but alot of the things that i didnt tell definitly match up with you.I understand.
It feels good to write.
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