Jessica Goodell

Rookie (April 16,1991 / Canton, IL)

Fight - Poem by Jessica Goodell

He screams and yells.
I break down and cry.
Now what have I done?
How have I pissed him off?
Doesn't matter now
I rather I died!

Gotta push all the furniture
Out of the way
I'm prepaired to fight.
No matter how much it hurts.
I won't scream
I'll only fight.

Spread out on the ground
Blood flowing around me.
It's getting cold
He starts to cry
What have I done this time?
I died.

Now he feels the pain
That he once caused me.
They lower me down
And put me to rest.
He hurts from the pain everyday
But me, I'm finally free.

Although he hurt me
And put me to my death
I still love him
Always have
Always will.


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