Treasure Island

Ashleigh Klepachek

(March 1st 1991 / Noosa, Queensland, Australia)

Abusive Relationship


I look in the mirror,
And see myself crying,
I'm sick of the way you treat me,
And I'm sick of all your lying.

You hit me, Because I 'deserve it'
You push me around all day long,
You say Its All my fault,
You say I'm whats wrong.

You can see my tears,
You can see my fear,
I lock myself in the bedroom,
My screaming, you can hear.

Get rid of me if you want,
Do whatever you please,
I'm in pain from an illness,
And your the f**king disease!

Submitted: Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Edited: Thursday, March 31, 2011
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  • Gregory Collins (8/21/2007 10:50:00 PM)

    unless you are boxing how can you deserve to be hit, lock yourself in yourtears and do, what should be pleased (Report) Reply

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