He held my hand,
walking on the old road.
His grasp, tighter than mine.
I was happy.
I was free.
I was afraid.
I was chained
to a mad man.
He looked at me and he smiled.
I smiled back.
He called me his,
and I knew
there was no escaping now.
Three months.
Cocain scares me.
His alcohol makes him want me
in a way that I cannot give.
He yelled.
He screams.
He leaves me.
I'm free again.
I should be happy again.
I'm afraid.
Three months.
He's gone.
One night.
Five minutes
was all it took
and I want to be his again.
I'm chained
to a mad man
and he carries me around
like a dead body
he tries to avoid.
I'm nothing
with him.
I'm nothing
without him.
I am nothing.