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Domestic Violence
Bathing in a pool of tears
I’ve cried myself to sleep
Only one man causes so much fear
More than I can keep
A tyranny called home
No subbtle movements there
Only walking the stairs
Quietly, so he can’t hear
Black eyed, lying shattered on the ground
Cause daddy found the booze
Breathing without making a sound
There’s no option left to choose
I wish I had a voice to protest
Or an army to fight back
Slaughter the man who I detest
How much time before I crack
Sitting in the corner of my room
In my hand a razorblade
Reality slowly fades
I’ve tried to feed the gloom
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