Huddled in the corner in a fetal position
Shadow cascading over me
Belonging to my executioner
As he gets ready to deliver that final blow
And in that instant I know I made a mistake
As I’m wiping the blood from my mouth
I know he’s my chosen fate
Because I couldn’t walk away
Because I chose love over being safe
And now I’ve chosen the date that’ll follow my birth date
That’ll be chiseled on the marker to my grave
Because I chose not to save my own life
Because I chose to be obedient rather than fight
And now I’m fighting for my life
But it’s too late
Who am I kidding?
After being his punching bag
“Bitch, all you do is nag!”
And being his door mat
“You ain’t good for shit but laying on your back”
Now he’s supposed to let me leave?
If he has it his way it’ll be in a body bag
And not on my own two feet
Why didn’t I break free?
I stuck around and let him break me
Chip teeth
Bruise knees
Get it over already
Put me out of my misery
Please kill me
three snaps in a cirle
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