I say im 'okay.'
When Really I'm Br'ok'en.
The life that I live.
...
Those three simple words.
Had sealed their fate.
The love she had felt.
Was now filled with hate.
...
Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
If you were for sale.
I'd totes buy you.
...
Dazzling dresses.
A splendid collection of shoes.
Servants for messes.
And a house the size of the moon.
...
Here We Go Again
Bit my lip.
Closed my eyes.
I let the pain.
Seep down inside.
Clenched my pillow.
Wipedd my tears.
Now my heart.
Was filled with fear.
See I knew.
This was a cycle.
Not temporary.
And never mild.
The fights and cursing.
Nights of no mercy.
The bitter anger.
And eye of terror.
But all I.
Could really say.
Was, here we go.
Go again.
Another day.
Another night.
Some brutal words.
Another fight.
No times of peace.
No time for smiles.
This story goes on.
For many miles.
Cause you see.
When It's a cycle.
Nothing changes.
Well, once in awhile.
The cycle changes.
From bad to worse.
And then we start.
A whole new course.
With a new kind of terror.
A new kind of pain.
A different type.
Of hurtful shame.
A piercing stare.
A evil word.
Now all I'll say.
Is these last few words.
Here we go, again.