You hit me like its fun,
Having you in my life
Is making the strands
Of my sanity come undone.
  
No apologizing, like it was
Ok to smack me up. What have
I done to earn this lack of respect,
I thought you loved me,
Where has it gone.
  
"I could leave you"
"But I have no where to go"
But may be it was only in anger
That you do this,
I don't really know.
  
I wish to heal, the bruising fades,
As well as my hope, you think it
Normal but my life is not as I
Wished, I am nearly lost all hope.
  
A last hit was the one that
Finished the job, where once
There was love, that feling now gone.
I lie still on the floor
The last hit and my life now **gone.