That night
I know something wasn't right
I was on my bed
It wasn't a dream
As something very hard
Hit my head
My hand tried to reach the socket
And switched on the light
He was completely out of his mind
Controlled with alcoholic thought
Not easy to understand
How he was lost
He tried to hit me again
I held his hand
While my face was fully of blood
I was depressed
And he wasn't ashamed
Unable to uttered
even a single word
Its really hurt
Those sad moment
Living with it
I won't be able to forget.
Oct 14, 2020
Oct 14, 2020 at 4:28 PM UTC
That night
I know something wasn't right
I was on my bed
It wasn't a dream
As something very hard
Hit my head
My hand tried to reach the socket
And switched on the light
He was completely out of his mind
Controlled with alcoholic thought
Not easy to understand
How he was lost
He tried to hit me again
I held his hand
While my face was fully of blood
I was depressed
And he wasn't ashamed
Unable to uttered
even a single word
Its really hurt
Those sad moment
Living with it
I won't be able to forget.
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