She sits in her room
Scared and alone
He's out there looking for her
She wont pick up the phone
She has bruises on her body
From when he beat her
She pulls her cover over her head
Rocks back and forth wishing she were dead
Her friends and family warned her
But she didn't listen
So she sits crying
Trying not to miss him
She's still in love with him
But doesn't know what to do
She closes her eyes
And thinks of something new
Feb 23, 2011
Feb 23, 2011 at 9:07 AM UTC
She sits in her room
Scared and alone
He's out there looking for her
She wont pick up the phone
She has bruises on her body
From when he beat her
She pulls her cover over her head
Rocks back and forth wishing she were dead
Her friends and family warned her
But she didn't listen
So she sits crying
Trying not to miss him
She's still in love with him
But doesn't know what to do
She closes her eyes
And thinks of something new
I wrote this poem because at the time my best friend Melissa was in an abusive relationship, the man would pound on her bedroom windows at night to scare her, he would hide in her trees in the dark, he would threaten her friends and family, he'd beat her when she was trying to drive, he'd threaten to **** himself if she left him, he was her worst fear, I HATE that he did that to her. Any man who is a coward enough to do such things to a woman needs help.