she says something like Im not ready or I dont feel like it tonight
but that never matters to him
she closes her eyes and pretends to sleep but that never worked before
and it wont work tonight
but she cant run away
she is scared of his eyes
his hatred burns so bright
it almost makes her cry
I ask her why she stays
she turns to me and says
I know that this is may sound awful
but it feels better than being already dead
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow this is vivid...and as a women that would be awful. Good peom: }