You think you're big and bad when you push me around.
leaving blood on my clothes and the walls.
when i know what you really are,
you're afraid.
afraid that one day i'll see that i can do better than you.
i have a question.
why do you only say i love you after i fall.
but then i black out.
i wish i could stay out.
instead of being hurt again.
i love you to death but i don't think that i can keep living this life.
one with beatings and molestings.
sweetie i cannot do it.
they say love is a strong word.
but so is hate,
and sorrow, anguish, and disgust.
i cannot live the life where the only words i hear is
' get undressed '
so consider this a goodbye
its been a long time comin
because i can no longer be the woman of the hitter.
dedicated to me. the best woman the hitter will ever have.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
cool poemo carissa. all the best and more roger