Let’s start this with some counting
One, two, Three
One, two, Three
One, two, Three
Three
One in three girls
In this room will
Suffer at the hands
Of the one who swears
They love you
The one who swears
They’ll never hurt you
Again
But it happens
Again
And
Again
And
Again
And
Again

Again
We pretend
It only
Happens to us
Let's do some more counting
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
Four
One in four of you boys
Will be affected
By the words she said
By the cuts and bruises
She caused
You have no clue
How they happened
Because it's embarrassing
To admit you got your ***
Kicked by a girl
Only due to the fact
You refuse to
Hit her back
Because you respect

More counting
One, two, Three
One, two, Three
One, two, Three
Three
Three
Three
Three women will have died today
From Domestic Violence
It's such a strange paradox
Domestic is calm and tame
Violence is a force that is intended to
hurt, damage, or ****
And from where I
Stand there is
Nothing- Nothing
Domestic about Violence

Knowing these Facts
It makes me afraid
I am afraid
to be a
Lover
To be a
Mother
Because when I look at my past

When I look at my past
I am afraid it will repeat
I am afraid
I’ll choose a man
Who beats me with an aluminum baseball bat
Like my own mother did

When I look at my past
I am afraid it will repeat
I am afraid
A man will choose me
And I’ll abuse him with my words
And he’ll take it
Like my father does

When I look at my past
I am terrified it will repeat
I am terrified
My children will
look for an escape
Like the five million children do
Like I do

Your caesious eyes
have more
adventure
than your soul
could ever learn to
occupy.

When did you trade
happy days
for

haphazard

smiles?

****** up
Insecure
Nervous
Emotional

I'm FINE.

Let's get one thing straight...











I'd rather be FREEZING COLD...
Than to be BURNED by you!!!

People get killed for killing somebody, but people are trying to teach society that people shouldn't ****** because it is illegal...Ironic!

I wonder if love is just an other weapon used to break me...

CRACK-A-DACK-DACK,

above my head.

And the swans' necks snapped in unison.
Through each of the valleys and ever anon.
I am chased by the waifs and the hooligans.

I hide in the caves, but hither they come,
they steal and they sneak through the heath;
and as I lie broken, bent and alone .
I have come to this wretched belief:

That over the aeons - through centuries passed -
there are bones of all those that were lost;
for they, too, were buried and left for the wolves
in caves, that from life, they were tossed.

CRACK-A-DACK-DACK,

over my ears,

and the bullets leave holes through my head.
Please, somebody come, and gather the bones,
of me and all those that are dead.

Pain pain go away
Please do not come back another day.
Tears falling down my face.
Oh how I wish for his warm embrace.
Wonder if he cares about me.
Wonder if this is suppose to be.
How can he stand there and break my heart?
How did we allow us to grow so far apart?
My dreams of us being happy is not going to come true,
All I am feeling is down and blue.
Pain pain go away
Bring me back to another day.
Where he loved me an we thought we were meant to be.
I will not stop loving you that much is true,
But I will be stronger in time and not feel so blue.
You will always be in my heart,
Even when we are apart.
One day I will have that warm embrace,
And tears will stop flowing down my face.
Pain pain go away.
Leave me alone and do not stay.

To end,
My trembling heart,
Had finally concluded to meet you for the very last time.

It is indeed a herculean effort for my broken soul,
To gather courage and fearlessness
To look upon you without all merriment and happiness
Which once breathed in us.

I assume that,
The blurred memories which we made,
Will now collide with each other in your heart.

Memories, I believe,
Have become my past.

And now
As my future is drawing me to itself.

I don't know if you are going to believe me,
If I'll say " I love you more than love".

I know It is crazy
but without you, I sob.

I'm not expecting something in return,
I just love you in the best way I can.

Not only in words that we speak
I love you in truth and in deed.

I love you more than love can say or do
I love you, not just it was you.

I love you with this heart so blind
I love you more than love

My name, it is not Jack,
And I do not have a spring.
There is not a handle for you to wind,
That will make me laugh or sing.

Not a painted smile upon this face,
No rosey glowing cheeks
But the look of pure exhaustion,
That has built for years, not weeks.

No hand of man doth force me in.
It is just what I've become.
A dweller in a metal box,
To endure an engines hum.

I'm sure that Jack will feel lonely too.
Despite that ever lasting smile.
But brief moments of freedom we are gifted,
Are like droplets in the Nile.

So minuscule and fleeting are such times.
You dwell upon what you choose.
You gauge what you accumulate.
Against everything you lose.

This life is not for everyone.
And in time it will not be for me.
But unlike poor Jack I'll take life back,
And finally be free.