I am but just a nickle..
That's what you said to me,
when you threw it at my face
"all you're worth, you worthless being"
With a penny as my partner,
together worth 6 cents
I feel our value dropping
I need out while I'm ahead.
Bruises on my arms,
blisters on my hands.
Beatings from this guy,
who calls himself a man.
He's sorry for the hurt,
then not sorry again.
I can't do this much longer,
It feels like the end.
He grabs me by my hair,
holds me in the tub.
The bubbles fading slowly,
as my lungs are good and numb.
With one last breath I look to him,
to see what he has done.
He takes my throat,
begins to choke.
Its over,
I am gone.