I was so confused by the beatings:
was it that I missed HIM, or was it the passion love we used to make
He never complained untill he moved past me
I know I ******* complain, but sheesh, you should've seen this comeing
I told that to myself all the time
untill I mistankenly took the last blood of my pulse out of my body
All it took from him was to act so agressive, beatings and makeing me curse to promises
Letting people down took my troll of pills, knives, and scissors
Couldn't take the last drop, just had to hear from him that he actually cared or "I LOVE YOU"
My life was shaken, and taken away by someone so beautiful, but yet mysterious
My pure beating blood, took it's place as a last withdraw of poker and cards
I couldn't and didn't gamble my feelings towards how I felt, but how I saw things through my own eyes with Him
If you ever feel lonely because of passive beatings that are cruel, and if a guy beats you up, leave, don't look back... Never be afraid to speak up, don't **** yourself, it's not worth it because auseing woman and girls at a young age starting at nine, don't ave to feel a lone... Even guys with abusive familys that start with the step parents... I'm here for all of you! :)
