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Cracked
He hits me without a care
And unknowingly I cry.
They say I should try and hit back,
But he knows I wouldn't dare.
Wehn I scream, he hits me more.
When I cry, he smiles.
When I bleed, he laughs.
He beats me as I fall to the floor.
My vision swims,
My stomach lunges,
My breath is broken.
This is the last time I let him win.
Tonight, I creep into his room.
He sleeps and sleeps.
His breathing is normal.
It's then I stab him with the end of a broken broom.
He wakes with a start,
Voice drowned in his own blood.
He's struggling to speak, call out for help.
But, before he can, I twist it into his heart.
A scream escapes his horrified lips,
He looks at me in shock.
He doesn't believe what I have done,
He reaches for my hips...
I look at him with sorrowful eyes,
Then I remember the pain.
The sting of his belt,
The way he would smile at my pain.
Between the hurt and the joy,
I laugh and cry.
I never knew I could do such a deed,
Death is my shiney new toy.
So now I leave him, still wearing blood soaked clothes
I wish I never was afraid.
I wish he never hit me.
But murder was my only option, and that's what I chose.
Once I was made of glass,
Though that was long ago.
It was when I was young,
It was before I cracked...
A Note to men who beat women:
Expect the unexpected.
You never know how much she can endure,
If she chose to, she could end it all in an instant.
Take heed, you will not survive a womans wrath...
